A Dream Experience And Its Impressions I - Poem by Savita Tyagi
Last night's dream was awfully unusual
Some thing I rarely have experienced
Death and destruction not of Nature's
But the casualties caused by humans.
Heartless, robot like cruel humans
Striking adults with black cannons
Smashing babies like clay figures.
Body parts scattered every where.
Amid all that chaos stood my
Frozen, cold face, statue like figure
Devoid of any grief or sadness
Or the slightest frantic awareness.
Though in all honesty I should have been
Trembling and moaning with eyes closed
Unable to wake up from that horrible dream
But nothing like that of sort happened.
Waking consciousness took over eventually
Reconstructing the dream I became fearful
Recollecting my frozen icy expression
How should I think of that mental regression.
Does it resemble our mostly quiet life style
Partly brought upon with advancing years
Where deprived of new life adventures
Calm mind descends into eon collections.
Free and unhindered plays in its own scenarios
Or is it that I have become immune to suffering
Death, destruction, gunshots and bomb blasts
All kind of horror acts known for happenings.
It causes no emotional disturbance or
Personal impact when seen from a distance
Is it emotional maturity or lack of empathy?
A horrible state of mind to be in certainly.
To lose compassion for pain and suffering!
To become a neutral witness of dying babies!
Oh! Lord! Please never never let me become
Such a person not even in my dreams.
Let me remain a human with a grieving heart,
Extending a helping hand whenever I could,
Let me not be without the love and empathy
That connects us all from farthest of distance.
Let this dream not be the indication of what
Lies there beyond the time called golden years
When life transforms me into a heartless
Stone cold figure in a fragile cage of bones.
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