The Dream - Poem by shweta khosla
I taste disappointment.
I hope, hope will turn to reality.
I want my phone to ring.
I want only that one number to flash on the screen.
I know how it is going to go.
I will suffer.
I will cry.
I will keel over and die.
But I will live to see,
The nightmare parading around as a dream.
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