A Dream

Yes it was a dream,or perhaps a dream within a dream.I woke up with a cold sweat.Dawn was breaking and first golden rays of sun were knocking at the window panes of my room.I could hear the chirping of birds nestled in the huge jamaun tree behind my house.The bells had begun to tinkle in the temple and the dvd had started playing the bhajan tuned to a popular film song of my childhood.Now back to my dream.I was in a huge sprawling complex ,it was a prison.No, I was not serving a prison sentence.Perhaps the jailor was some kind of a friend of mine.I gather ,he had made it possible for me to visit the prison on a special occasion.The special occasion was hanging of a prisoner.All elaborately timed protocol was being unfurled.I was showed the person who was being hanged.I wanted to talk to him but this was not possible ,i understood,though no one told me that.He was a well built man with broad shoulders and a big head.He wore a blank expression on his handsome face.There was no smile on his mustached lip.He was standing up with his arms hanging by his side.He had a crop of jet black hair which appeared freshly oiled.The scene shifted and my dream took me to a window, perhaps on the second or third floor.I stood there looking out in to the huge expanse of ground with many trees in the background.The foreground was a burial ground ,with many granite tablets popping up above the surrounding ground.I could even read some inscriptions on these stones.There in the midst of this burial ground were men with hunched backs and shovels in hands digging a grave.
I watched the digging.Shovel by shovel they were removing the loosened earth and making a heap on a side.The hole was becoming wider and deeper with each sweep of the shovel.Then my eyes saw a heap of bones wrapped in dry bark getting exposed as the digging progressed.The digger lifted the bundle wrapped in the bark and put it to a side.He resumed his digging un perturbed.
I understood .
The old was to give way to the fresh occupent.