“I have a dream…” Martin Luther King, Jr
It was a lovely day
No rain
A transparent touch of silky weather
hugging the bosoms of sky
The crowd, hundreds of thousands,
mesmerized and gazing
at the male reincarnation of Themis
Lincoln’s ghost smiled and kissed
The scintillating voice of the demi-god
played the octaves
Waves of hope danced in multiple crescendos
MLK’s oration quantized into a zillion dreams
The dreams tangoed with deprived hearts
The dreams transformed into Monets
Painted the realm with ornate impression
Water molecules in the reflecting pool,
caressed by dreams,
flew like drunken doves
Doves showered with the potion of freedom
The stars, veiled in day’s cruel light,
came down on the wings of dreams,
joined the symphony – Ode to Dream
Recently, I gazed through that promenade.
The Lincoln Memorial shrouded by a shredded sari
Urbashi abused
blood stains visible
even to blind eyes
Trees weeping, Monet delusional
Impression broken, like glass, surreal fragments,
Then into voids
Then into nothingness
Water molecules in the reflecting pool
Singing a sad requiem for the dream
The coffin of the dream seen
Even by the cataract eyes of distant galaxies
