- Subhankari Mallick
In some of my dreams,
I visit the illusive earthly heaven,
Where I encounter
A girl in her mid-eleven.....
"I want to go on the earth,
But a pestilential gizmo always cuts me before my birth,
Tell me the harsh and cruel earth's reality,
Why does my life turns into a crestfallen tragedy?
Everybody else has a right to reverie Their own gold-green patch,
Then why is my dream on halt
And my destiny always a scratch,
How can they decide not to have me? Ain't I their own blood,
Let them bleed and see!"
When the night breaks and the sun shakes down from the sky,
I want to hold this dream but it flies. She leaves my hand
And takes her steps
Back from world's fear;
I open my eyes
From that bewitching dream
that's wretched with a million tears.