Through the rusty panes
my eyes gazed searching for dreams
of others..
The dreams of an old man,
I found
wrapped in his beedi-
being puffed until he coughed.
In the eyes of a middle-aged woman,
I saw her dreams
running for cover
lest be seen.
In a young, clean-shaven man,
I found dreams
punched and filed
awaiting to be opened.
Beside me slept a baby.
"This one has no dreams",thought I.
Just then, its eyes opened and shone
with a million sparkling dreams!
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