The inebriated,
street-children,
the slum-dwellers,
and the ones who sleep,
on the pavements,
that we are,
often enjoy the honeyed dreams,
of our future,
as the owners of sky-rocketing abodes,
beautiful wives,
energetic and beautiful children,
expensive cars,
security guards
wherever we go,
multiplying bank balances,
celebrity status in the society,
and wining and dining with the fat cats.
We know not,
the nightmares haunting,
the real life crorepathis,
millionaires and billionaires,
of the devils on prowl,
preying upon them any moment,
and of an uncertain,
future staring in the faces of their business empires,
and of lack of peace of mind,
those words are only hearsay to us.
Dreams often continue to
visit us as gods to
keep us going……
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