Days of unfulfilled dreams

 

        Poetry

Days of unfulfilled dreams

 

Growing up steadily with  unfulfilled dreams,

   Her own people enforced her to suppress her painful streams.

 

Hidden emotions excited her lacrimal glands to pour unrestricted tears,

     There was no one in this boundless sphere who allowed her benevolent self to speak without fear.

 

Slowly and gradually she was overburdened with anxieties and youthful sadness,

  The surrounding masses considered it as her absurd madness.

 

  She started to hate and hurt herself more than any other homo sapiens did,

  Exploring her possibilities inflicted her into a new catastrophic fit.

 

    She locked up herself in a hushed chamber to feel the melifluous serenity of her existence,

She hallucinated of getting renumerated for her idiosyncratic persistence.

 

    Those throbbing ages are often being horrified to her as the dreadful reminiscent of her childhood,

But still she is neighbourhooded by some malicious falsehood.

    Still each and every day she awes to fight for her days of unfulfilled dreams,

    To fight for her days of unfulfilled dreams.

 

-    Debarati Das