What is even my Dream?

That experienced gentleman,
A humane person,
Yet to-the-point,

The really sticky conundrum,
He solved it,
A simple solution,
A question.

What is your dream really?
The one you think,
Or the one I see?
A statement.

He suggested a leap of faith.
Mumbai, of course,
What else really?

No, I was absolutely clear!
Not with uncertainty,
Not without them,

The conversation just conversed,
Me within myself,
Talking endlessly,
This was it.

Without looking at their faces,
Being away for long,
It might well be,
A nightmare.

What is even my dream?
Maybe it is the world,
And I’m a part,
Not creator!

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