REQUIEM

In the world filled by darkness cold and fear,
I feel lonely again, longing for someone dear.

I speak now as if in a trance,
Caught in this state not by mere chance.

But due to some frailty of my mind,
When it pains me by showing dreams unkind.

And then I remember what I have seen,
And heard tales, fables, and stories, umpteen.

Of bees and blossoms and, springs and flowers,
Of wind and light and thunderous showers,

Of pain and gain and love and hate,
Of tear and smile and luck and fate,

Of blood smeared battles, and lustrous fairs,
Of acts of cowardice and courageous dares,

Of places where darkness sleeps,
While sunlight to the corners keeps,

Of people who killed for pride and power,
And of those who fell from their Ivory Tower.

I have heard it all and seen it all,
And I ask you know to make a call,

Of why you think it happens so,
That when you should let things go,

You hold fast as if holding a dream,
Undreamt, but you wish to dream?

Its strange how from so many stories told,
None spoke of how souls were sold,

For dreams that were, or were not, seen,
And world that is now or should have been!!