Disillusionment


The world i dreamt was very nice,
the dream came every night not once or twice,
that people sing and love is alight,
that every where life is bright.

but as i grew the dream dissolved,
this world became a mystery unsolved.
it seemed dreary,dark and dry,
where people only moan and cry.

they never sing ,
but keep muttering.
there are no laughs,
but feelings by halves.

their smiles never reach their eyes,
they are in and out of love ties.
well i feel really worn ,
my dream is torn.

i am … disillusioned.

Submitted by Swati Palta.

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