Unreal Real

Stealing a glance of a
Fleeting dream

Unspoken words build up
An emotion

Mind waits for the turn
To arrive at

Marching men and women
Give way

Protesting farmers vow to
Fight till the end

And you wait mesmerized
For your dream to take shape

Will the unreal ever become
Real?

Will the cry of the soul
Reach the Lord

And things fall in
Place?

Time has the answers!