a dream smashed her to death
a dream she dreamt long
to have a home her own
a man her own
a child her own
no precious the simple desire
scattered every sphere of life
she burnt her swallowing acid
to get relief to be a non-fulfilled
dream yet gleams the third-world
the girl born to nourish this track
yet she now the part of history
history never feels any urge
to be glorified with such small things
she now a dead lane
she dreamt a family her own
she dreamt a man her own
she dreamt a child her own
never desired to be a queen
whose nails are precious than a life
a man lives on the surface
third world whose address destined!
Pranab k c
12/05/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderfuL yet sad poem.BtfuL art work