As I saunter the trail of my halcyon dreams

Angelic silhouettes stretched like yawn adorn my path

Forever emancipated, never entombed

Despite strenuous fighting against ruthless destiny’s wrath.


I gradually transcend to the higher realms

Celebrating my being in a fantasy land

Sans any pain, hatred and suffering

To be enveloped by jouissance that’s securely grand.


A dormant wish of making the world a better place

With trepidations that are waiting to be faced

Allowing women to be nurtured with respect and grace

Embraces me, smeared with equality to chase.


Alas! Those utopian dreams

Are heinously obliterated by dawn

Time to face the stark and gruesome reality by-all-means.

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