Alongside the wide gray road stood I, <br />To watch a procession passed by, <br />Of the damsels, rather all in teen, <br />Of the same size height and colour, <br />The bulk and body; dressed in green, <br />But all bore the features quite different. <br /> <br />Drenched them the incessant rain; <br />They passed and passed by jostling, <br />In silence in rows long, unendingly, <br />Numerous, countless were they all, <br />Neither worried, nor did seem happy; <br />Glanced they at me with stealing looks, <br />And I stood silent with lowering eyes, <br />Peeping into innerself like a criminal, <br />When brought among the fellow men. <br />It confounds, troubles me when I think, <br />Whether their plight was shown to me, <br />Or mine to them, I could not decide.<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-20/
