I love to dream,
But...sometimes,
I hate dreams.
In deep silence,
When my thoughts
Meet with the world,
The unfulfilled dreams
Of millions stop me
To close my eyes.

When I sleep under my blanket,
I remember those trembling faces
On the footpath.

On my table,
I have left over food,
But...I remember
Those stray dogs and cats
On the road.

The high heels
No more attract me,
I remember the bare feet
Of near by street's every corner.
It saddens my heart to see
The innocent faces
Of the street kids,
Now...make ups
Don't make me beautiful
In the mirror.

But...I have a dream,
So, I love to dream.
My heart whispers,
"Without it
How can you
Fulfill their dreams? "

© Archana Maharana (Lucky)

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