By Bahaar S.
Every night under the city lights,
Without fearing whether I would see the next morning sun bright,
I dare to dream
Anytime in the silence of the lonely air,
A strange would come in to snare,
this drunk man, his ugly fingers move across my skirt,
I am choked with his dirt.
His lips digs in to my skin,
I am homeless its a sin.
About which I cannot scream.
I still dare to dream.
Sleeping in the empty streets,
Don't know what next fate would meet?
Whether a police would ram his stick to hit .
Or car would run over, no longer to live and breathe.
Dream of what?
To not remain silent and into routine rut.
Change your course to which there is no shortcut.
I dare to dream a dream with an open eyes,
I will see the roof over my head and eat piece of pies.
For my siblings and me
It would be an end to our vagrance,
I dare to stand still to work for those pence.
I am not meant to beg
I won't share that tag.
I've to get redeem
I will turn reality out of my dream.
- Bahaar. S