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                                           A   Dream   or   a   Nightmare
                                                   Kanishk   Chaudhary
                                                      2018A4PS0481P

                                             This   feeling   I   have   come   across

                                               It   livens   up   all   my   thoughts!

                                               It   tingles   all   my   four   senses!
                                           Is   this   where   my   dream   commences?

                                                 The   smell,   oh   the   smell!

                                                What   makes   it,   I   can’t   tell
                                          Feels   like   the   hypnotic   land   of   flowers

                                     All   I   know   is   that   it’s   made   from   all   His   powers.

                                               The   gentle   breeze   that   flows

                                            Can   put   any   lively   blood   to   repose
                                             How   does   it   seem   so   heavenly?

                                      Like   His   soft   hands   filling   me   up   with   ecstasy

                                              Oh   how   wonderful   is   the   taste!

                                         All   these   fruits,   all   sweetness   embraced!
                                             The    secret   lies   in   His   own   recipe

                                             And   in   all   his   laws   of   Chemistry

                                               What   a   sweet   melody   I   hear!
                                            The   gentle   chirp   from   far   and   near

                                              It   seems   like   the   trees   can   sing

                                          While   the   sunshine   gives   it   a   blessing
                                                But   oh!   I   have   woken   up!

                                           Another   day   to   fill   my   sorrow’s   cup!

                                        I   am   blind   enough   to   not   see   today’s   Earth

                                             Which   is   all   dead,   without   worth
                                                I   am   glad   of   my   blindness

                                      Won’t   wake   up   to   see   the   result   of   our   vileness

                                            What   is   my   purpose   of   living   now






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