Dreams To Die For

A thousand dreams are crushed every day,

With a single twisted move

Of few strong hands so far away.

Like those delicate infant flowers

Sprouting from the ground,

So pious,

So joyful,

So innocent,

Swinging their heads

At the slightest rustle of breeze around.

Oh, that unabashedly resolute darkness,

Which seems to trample their dreams

From a dizzying height,

Yet, some esoteric surge of strength divine,

Seems to keep those,

Those thousands innocent dreams alive.

Dreams of that half fed child

Who studies under the street light,

Dreams of that mother

Whose son stays at the border

To safely arrive.

Tortured dreams of those young minds

Who search for a piece of bread

For their expecting families behind,

Crying,

Yelling ,

Dreams of those degraded girls,

For dignity and respect undying.

I want to live those thousand dreams to die for;

Standing here I dare say,

Crush me!

Trample me!

Shatter me!

I will get up with those thousand heads,

To help them

Snatch away

Moments to realize……

Those dreams,

Yes……..those dreams to die for.