DEAD WOMEN
Last day far away from my consciousness
I was in the deepest level of my dream
A dream I thought was never meant to be
Not meant to be in my sleep
The horrible reality of the dream I knew
Reality that the dream was about future
And horrible because I could not change the future
I could see some women roaming on the streets
Each one having the dead pale look in common
Next view was something out of my belief
I was one of them but with a difference
Difference that I was not roaming
I was still, stagnant sitting in a corner
I never looked that way in my life
Nor did I ever wish to be
Because that was not me in life but in dead
None would ever want to see oneself dead in dreams
My corpse in the corner was dead but could feel
Feeling of the surroundings were still haunting it
So I bothered to jump in my dream and know the unsaid
Upon doing that I landed near my corpse
The unusual thing I could hear was snigger
It sounds manly, I told my corpse
I got up and interrogated the nearby ladies
None of them bothered to reply
Instead their steady moving footsteps fastened
Darkness spread all over with high pitched sounds
This time it was not men but women wailing
Crying for a bloody hand for help
And than death like silence spreads all over
That is when I understand
Understand the cause of my nightmare
All roaming women were victimised
They were victims of rape, violence, trafficking
Every devilish deed possible
Now I was horrified and try to wake up
To end the worst nightmare
I'm rescued than to come to my senses
I wake up and run to share it with someone in life
I smash the door open to see something
The nightmare again, same view of dream
I shout to my loudest but for nothing
To realize it was not a dream but reality