The dream

And its not time to wake up now

and its time to dream on

and its not time to give up now

and its time to live on

Woman

Inspired by a real story

Crouched under the willow tree
She sits there in the afternoon heat
The sweat trickles down her face
Upon the heavens she throws her gaze


Her arms around her knees, she feels helpless
Her brimming eyes, staring into an emptiness
She gets up, and walks away in a lonely stride
Deciding not, on what would be right

Twice before, but not again,
does she want to feel the pain
Of having to lose the one in her womb
Killed thereafter and sent to the tomb

But now the day has finally arrived
She is dispirited, her tears have dried
All she wants is to be able to love
The one, sent to her, from the up above

Seven hours past, her heart is finally filled with joy
For the doctors tell her, ‘it’s a boy!’
Now she can live and learn to love
Now she can get the respect of all she loves

But what world lives, where every girl is killed?
Way beyond her fate had willed?
What world lives where women don’t live?
What world will live, when the women don’t thrive?