Please, Don’t Lend Me Your Dream Poem by Mary Binu

Life is not an alibi, it wasn’t built for practicality
You cheer the crowd and succumb to formality
A tragic event will not stop the planet turning
In me is the spirit inexorable, avid - burning
Marching curators performing mandatory tests
The sheath plunging you deep inside the crust.
Will the world supply me with a new identity?
When the choices rise to countless infinity
People watch over see want they desire to see,
They wonder what I may turn out to be,
A flamboyant umbrella or a borrowed ladder
The missing profile, afraid to cross the border
Yesterdays shimmering light blinding your eyes
Friendly faces moving ahead bidding goodbye
Life is an occasion, but how far is the shore?
The rhythm of existence is an engulfing lore
Shaking of the nausea is a common mission
Will it regenerate to capsize my vibrant vision?
Survivors are far too many; aspire to be a savior,
You rise to it - the one dreamt of being a redeemer!