I Dream

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)