Dream Bubble

Caught in a bubble

Magnificent, it was

My precincts, serene, beautiful

Harmony, everywhere.

My nose was no more

A nose;

But, a hawk's beak.

I could feel,

A strange familiarity

Everywhere.

I called the place

UTOPIA

The perfect place;

No fights, no battles, no wars

Finally, a place of my dreams

I was in.

I explored the landscape;

Moving to the edges;

Reached the 'Bubble surface'

Through it,

I saw a familiar image

With a smile, pleasant.

Pressed by face against

The surface

But least did I remember,

I had a beak.

The bubble burst.

The familiar image

Stirred was now;

With no smile, pleasant.