In a dream within a dream

Death came to me as roots of trees

While I was lying beside a baby

On the floor of the roof of a house

It covered me, layer by layer

Silently, in my sleep

I woke up from my slumber

I was fine, the baby was fine

I looked around, and all was fine

I then walked out a door

Into a club, where people waited in line

For their fortunes, old women told

I waited for a long time,

For my name to be called out

Getting tired of waiting

I walked up to the one in charge

He said he could not add my name

I waited still, hoping to know

I saw them all clueless about something

I knew the answers the solutions

I remember a lady, struggling with

A molten piece of glass

I took it from her hands; and 

Made some bubbles out of that

She was pleased; she thanked me

They could not tell my future

For they could not see it

Only I had the key

They did not know it

So I walked out that club; in my dream.

Sobia Nosheen © 2012