I Awoke From The Reverie Poem by Aftab Alam

Whenever I am alone, doing nothing
I see a boy, who looked like me,
Dreaming to support his family
“A boy of lost mirth on this earth”

Children of poverty palsied family
And he, fishing on the brook
Perhaps, tasty dish to cook
“Thoughtful child on thoughtless birth”

An old lady unlettered, in the train
Asking him to read
The name of the station
And he is stammering
N a m k um
Yeah, you are right
Namkum, famous for
Military Hospital.
(She was familiar to the places)
Why can’t we go there?
When we are sick?
No, they don’t allow
Its only for Defence personnel


I will join Indian Defence

“You have to be fit mentally and physically
For so, you have to defend the nation ”

Old Lady is lay asleep
On Friday at prayer time
She fought for life, died
In the ICU of MECON hospital

Tears rolled on my eyes with heavy heart
I awoke from the reverie


Secluded, with full of pain,
With a lot of enjoyment and learning
I always dream