A dream is haunting me
but it's not the common dream
that comes at night
It's active round the clock
permitting not to close eyes
and giving me a tough fight.
It always alive in my mind
hanging me
like a photographer's clip
It's active when I walking
even at rest
And not allowing me to sleep.
New Delhi
22-2-15
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