Bizarre nightmares have been visiting,
While I am sleeping,
Remember them I well,
Even after waking up from the fleeting hell!
Do they signify,
Evil phenomena that lie,
Ahead lingering to hit,
To meet?
Must there be some sort of logic,
In such aspects that emerge like magic,
Through the brain's window,
Letting us speculate and making impatient to know!
Only He knows,
What unerringly lies over our eyebrows,
All we can do is,
Never saying to our curiosity cease.
"Dreams are the guardians of sleep", so said,
The illuminated psychoanalyst Freud,
But what about the nightmares of ours?
They do not defend ‘sleep', rather act as destroyers!
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