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Areena Arora

(1/7/96 / Lucknow, presently in Allahabd, India)

Dream


A dream I had
was weird, was bad
was very sad.
I saw the world
all set on fire
to fulfill all small desires
the world was set on a fire.
Everyone on a race
to begin a chase.
To fulfill small little desires
the world was set on fire.
The hunger to success
had made many depressed.
All on a chase
many obstacles had to be faced
throughout the race.
In the dream I saw
all hearts were raw
without any sentiments
life with no contents.
I saw the world set on fire
to fulfill little desires.
The dream horrified me
It woke me up an made me to freeze.
It made me open my eyes
and I realized.
The world out of dreams is also on fire
as people don't deserve what they desire
and yet they do desire........

Submitted: Friday, September 11, 2009
Edited: Monday, June 20, 2011

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