Life Is But A Dream Poem by Mohammad Younus

Life in the world is but a big dream;
We live, while we see the dreams;
Man dreams the life is real and perennial,
Until his living is done;
Like a child he dreams he is a king;
And he lives in the deceit of being a king...
Commanding and governing;
And all the praise he receives goes with the wind;
The death ends all with a last breath!
Where then is the joy of being a king?
In the books of history and poetry, I see...
Man dreams whatever he be:
Rich and poor dream;
Sick and healthy dream;
Free and slave dream;
The oppressor and the oppressed dream;
I too dream that life is moving in a circular flow;
And that life has no beginning and ending;
This is nothing but a dream within a dream!
When I wake up, I blink at the dawn;
And see myself as a warbler singing...
...in the willow bushes;
I ask myself:
Am I so little a bird that is singing...
...in the world's bushes?
My song suddenly stops!
All my dreams are gone!
What is this life?
We rise and we fall,
We fade in a moment, like a dream

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