By Sristy Sharma (Vnée)
I dream, like anyone else,
I dream, like everyone else.
I dream of the days,
When I am ecstatic -
Not just happy, not just fine, but ecstatic;
I dream of the days,
When my loved ones are ecstatic -
Not just happy, not just fine, but ecstatic;
I dream of the days,
When I am paying debts dutifully -
Of my motherland,
Of my parents,
Of this Earth,
Of this society,
I dream of being a cog -
That is important, praiseful and worthy -
Not just there, not just working, but worthy.
I dream of a period,
When these gloried days are endless -
There is sorrow, there are downfalls -
But the good things persist,
Endlessly.
And I dream of that one day,
When I will say farewell to all before, there, and fore,
When I walk barefoot in cold sand,
When tired beyond repair, I sit,
When I will listen to my favorites one last time -
Preferably on a transistor -
When my soul will sing,
In tune with the tides reaching high,
Blessed by the sun,
The moon is shining bright,
When I will welcome the last swim,
And will splash endlessly towards an unfound but known sea;
When I will emerge relentless, persistent, and consistent,
When I will be blessed to disappear within frozen tundra peaks,
When I will cease to exist forever;
I dream of being debtless -
I dream of being worthy to be debtless.
By Sristy Sharma (Vnée)
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