Dream

Memories of my distant home

Enlivened in my dream 

I envisaged my little feet hopping on the beach 

I had ample time to roam in the woods 

With my innocent childhood 

Where nothing was grey, nothing was poignant 

The firm grip of my mom's hand was the most secure moment

 When I was oblivious to my fate 

How thoughtless I was in that ignorant state!! 

And then the dream disappeared 

to wake me up from the deep slumber 

To tell the tale of my gone era that long back crumbled.