Tender Dream
The class teacher asked me
In fifth standard
What do you want to be
When you grow up?
I said
When I become big
I want to become a scientist
Who makes rockets and atom bombs
The tender dream
From my fifth standard days
Got realized now
In a crackers factory
In the next street
My dear countrymen
Tell me one thing
In a country
That has so much child labors
How do you say
That old age homes alone are a sin?
* From the 1998 diary...
* From the 1998 diary...
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ReplyDeleteThanks Cloud. :)
ReplyDeleteSure. Will do.
wow!! very nice concept!!
ReplyDeletebeautiful again
Thanks Sowmya.
ReplyDeleteoh no! the dream & the reality! sad that some dreams come true in such a cruel way
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment, Sujatha! Yeah, it does... for some people in our country... unfortunately! :(
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