The Nightmare
By, Kaushik Paul
With the wind under my wings,
Through the blue heights I glide;
In the glory of my flight of freedom,
There are no rules to abide.
I’m the King, the conqueror,
And the cultivator of dreams.
And all of a sudden
Songs change to screams...
I lose it all in a flash
Into the abyss of darkness, I crash.
Things have come around,
What was free is now bound.
And in my mind rings a rhyme,
“Wake Up, It is Time”.
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