Dream Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

My dream rolls on
like tyres moving on the street.
Friction raises temperatures.
Before I realize
dream evaporates to dryness.
I see people working -
the next meal is like a dream,
sleep too as sleeping tablets
perform miserably.
Dream - just to forget
that it is so futile to expect
from this world
that stands still
or rotates mindlessly.
At rest or in motion,
dream remains a dream.
Remains.......