I See

I see I'm segregated from my soul in a dream, I tear the web of my sleep. I awake, I sweat don't want to go back to dream. Looking for the lost soul I walk along the lanes, alleys, roads.......... I notice in the street-light people lying on pavements under the sky, in summer in rain or in winter. My soul creeps back to me..... I say, I'm happy. The griefs climb up thru a ladder of hope. But, weary mind I leave behind to keep watch on the unsolved sorrow. My poem I leave behind to take care of their trials, unknowingly.