My sand castle in the city of dreams

I let open the old rusty gates and bees are the guards but harmless.
Flowers in the garden give fragrance to the visitors
And the old gardener welcome them with his smile toothless.
They come inside the homeless and we provide them a scanty meal
Which my beloved cooks with special ingredients.
I dress their wounds and give light medicines.
I have no idea why the police officers raided?
'Hey! Doctor you are under arrest for practicing without a license.' They insisted.
'I am sorry but I do voluntarily.' I said.
'Sorry is the cheapest word for an excuse.' A remark they passed.
In the court hearing the kind judge dismissed the case as she too doesn't have the oaths it seems.
I was perspired and it's broad daylight.
Anyhow I became a reputed doctor in my daydream.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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