I sleep beneath a dark blanket,
Where I am the mistress of my dreams!
I pull off the mask that I always wear,
And take a breath of my secret life,
The one where I’m nobodys disappointment,
And the one where I can walk in my own skin!
There might be no people here to ask me if I’m fine,
But here I’ve souls who would listen to whatever I rant.
They have no voice, they have no form,
But they have life, though an imaginary one.
There is water to drink and food to eat,
And no empty stomachs going to bed.
Here, we don’t trade our flesh for a piece of meat,
Or dance amidst a drunken crowd.
Our bed doesn’t smell of strangers,
And our windows are never curtained.
Here, our toes dance to the rhythm of our hearts
And our voices giggle with nobody to judge.
The schools do not ask for parents’ name,
And the birth certificates do not have a column for caste.
Here, the sky is golden with a black moon,
And there are red stars which would twinkle and fall.
It is always night in this forgone land,
But the night is bright with no devils to fight.
The clock doesn’t move till I wish them to,
And the night doesn’t end till I wake up,
It doesn’t change like our real world,
But, in the end, the land I dream needs to sleep too!
Cos, like me, the night awaits the dawn of a new day too!