The Scattered Dream - Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
There lived a boy in my city,
Who was poor but had big dream,
Of becoming a doctor with dignity,
And his boat was sailing good in stream.
He sat in test and qualified,
For the admission in Bangalore,
He thanked God and was fully satisfied,
Now he dreamt of new ideas explore.
The day came soon, he boarded the train,
Having documents in original to show,
Wind turned cold when it began to rain,
He was happy so he let his emotions grow.
Two unfamiliar men sitting beside him,
Offered him biscuit that looked precious,
Without thinking, he ate them in his whim,
And soon, he became unconscious.
They took away his documents and money,
And got down when next station came,
The boy was robbed in this honey,
He was taken to hospital when police came.
He opened his eyes and began to weep,
All his good efforts became mock,
He often cried when he was asleep,
And all his dreams ended in smoke.
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