A corpse lies there before me,
Whose I don't know, nor should I know,
Who cares? It's a regular scene here.
A person young of age, as they say.
Most probably a Muslim, as they say.
I think, what's the hurry? Let's see him.
As I approach, a chill goes down my spine.
My heart forgets to thump, my forehead wet,
Who's this? It's none other than me lying dead!
I shriek out in fear, and close my eyes.
As I open, I see worried faces of my parents,
I realize, what I saw was just a dream.
A dream, yet not a dream at all,
We all have to depart thus, still and cold.
