that the sun has refused to glitter,
and the darkness was perpetual
few blamed that the development had it's share
others were talking about depleted 'ozone-layer'
I tried to give heed to the voicelessness
was it the end of world?
I recalled the things I had to do...
I had to find a job and start my life
at a nice home with my beautiful wife
& I want my kids to call me 'papa'...
Suddenly, I woke up seething with fear
oh! so it was just a dream...
I felt relieved and looked around
though, the sun was still not shining,
it was only a cloud cover
Thank god! my 'dream' was 'not' over
(My poems also appear at http://www.poemhunter.com )