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A Dream


I had a dream, one dark night A green bunch with little light I entered the scene so green The sky above was like a screen The young sheesham trees had roots so firm The duckling, Infront of his mother had a squirm The bees were buzzing all over around But surprisingly it was not a disturbing sound The water in river was silently flowing And the winds had brought chirps while blowing Squirrels had trunks as their homes The ants were marching in a poem The rises were painted red in deep And the smell of daisy was not cheap All over it, I could not see a weed In peace, the animals with their king agreed The trees had branches who could touch the sky A Phoenix was being hunted and had the last cry But suddenly I saw a fire in the bushes And soon everything would turn into ashes The Lion did not get up from his place And the deputy had anger on his face Everyone wanted to run to the water But there was no trail which was shorter Kangaroos had Joeys in their pouches Rabbits were leaping by bounces The wind blew the fire stronger The atmosphere was getting warmer And then there was smell of burning meat And the wolves were howling together in a beat The fire had swallowed my favourite lilies There were burnt wings of the buzzing bees The sky wanted to cry and her anger was about to blast As the beautiful eyed Gazel breathed her last
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