On July 23rd, 2014, I had a dream odd,
In which I was sharing my view,
With my colleagues about the slight difference,
Between loneliness and solitude.
While I was talking,
Four of them kept listening attentively,
All on a sudden, one of the listeners,
A lady was from her desk falling.
I saw that but didn’t go,
To help her stand up,
Nor did the others,
They from me wanted more to know.
I talked on and on and strangely enough,
I couldn’t speak though I tried my best,
As I was eating something while talking,
Even after drinking some water, talking was tough.
I felt like I was dying due to suffocation,
Just before my death, I awoke and to my surprise,
I found myself grasping so tight,
Against my throat a cushion!