Pied Piper's Dream (PPD)

A time long ago there was Pied Piper clown of this land
Who kept blowing his pipe when free music was banned
And sang songs of freedom , when it was just a futile word

It is about a time when history was a repeatation of future
Of the place where everyone followed same routine to be safe and secure
Had same dreams , equal excuses even similar hunger

Like the big rocks in the universe uniform and punctual in their rotation
Duplicity of action was the base of that civilisation
All those living were controlled in the same function

It was blasphemy to write , dance or sing otherwise
But then came the Pied Piper who created his own music
Whoever heard that song wake up from the false sleep

And now those few wanted to get free and dance to their own tune
It was a problem for most who wanted to remain charmed by the rune
Who did not wanted to wake up and thought morning has come too soon

Hence it was decided by majority to undo what is done
And save the land from the musician who has violated the pact of common
The Pied Piper has to die to keep the uniformity of action

It was decided to execute him in the centre of town
This will act as example for those who wanted to follow the clown
And henceforth keep their voices forever down

He came blowing his pipe the last song of joy and freedom
And smiling he went and embraced death like a champion
Music could be heard long after his body has gone

In the silent hours , lingering like a suspense behind the screen
A slow music in night , a song about things that cannot be told or seen
If you listen carefully , you can hear the Pied Piper's Dream