There lived a boy in my city, <br />Who was poor but had big dream, <br />Of becoming a doctor with dignity, <br />And his boat was sailing good in stream. <br /> <br />He sat in test and qualified, <br />For the admission in Bangalore, <br />He thanked God and was fully satisfied, <br />Now he dreamt of new ideas explore. <br /> <br />The day came soon, he boarded the train, <br />Having documents in original to show, <br />Wind turned cold when it began to rain, <br />He was happy so he let his emotions grow. <br /> <br />Two unfamiliar men sitting beside him, <br />Offered him biscuit that looked precious, <br />Without thinking, he ate them in his whim, <br />And soon, he became unconscious. <br /> <br />They took away his documents and money, <br />And got down when next station came, <br />The boy was robbed in this honey, <br />He was taken to hospital when police came. <br /> <br />He opened his eyes and began to weep, <br />All his good efforts became mock, <br />He often cried when he was asleep, <br />And all his dreams ended in smoke.<br /><br />Mohammad Muzzammil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-scattered-dream/
