A Dream Experience And Its Impressions I

Last night's dream was awfully unusual, Something I rarely have experienced. Death and destruction not of Nature's But the casualties caused by humans. Heartless, robot-like cruel humans, Striking adults with black cannons, Smashing babies like clay figures. Body parts scattered everywhere. Amid all that chaos stood my Frozen, cold face, stone-like figure, Devoid of any grief or sadness, Or the slightest frantic awareness. Though in all honesty, I should have been Trembling and moaning with eyes closed Unable to wake up from that horrible dream But nothing like that of sort happened. Waking consciousness took over eventually. Reconstructing the dream I became fearful. Recollecting my frozen icy expression, How should I think of that mental regression? Does it resemble our mostly quiet lifestyle Partly brought upon with advancing years, When deprived of new life adventures, Calm mind descends into eon collections? Free and unhindered it plays in its own scenarios, Or is it that I have become immune to suffering, Of death, destruction, gunshots and bomb blasts All kinds of horror act known for happenings? It causes no emotional disturbance or Personal impact when seen from a distance Is it emotional maturity or lack of empathy? A horrible state of mind to be in certainly. To lose compassion for pain and suffering! To become a neutral witness of dying babies! Oh! Lord! Please never, never let me become Such a person not even in my dreams. Let me remain a human with a grieving heart, Extending a helping hand whenever I could. Let me not be without the love and empathy That connects us all from farthest of distance. Let this dream not be the indication of what Lies there, beyond the time, called golden years When life transforms me into a heartless Stone cold figure in a fragile cage of bones.