THE GIRL!

I carry dreams

She says!

I'm a dreamer

That's what I call me!

A dreamer you are?

The world looks in doubt.

Yes, happiness I carry!

My bag is full

Full of smiles I share!

Oh darling! Such venom you carry,

What you call dreams

Those poisoned apples in your satchel

Leave it here,

Give it to me

Throw it far away for good!

Throw it away for good?

Oh no! Don't break my heart.

I shall keep them safe

Safe from every evil.

You devil, listen! your

Dreams shall make you

The worst of sinners

Those colourful dreams

Shall make you sin!

Oh reader, do you see

The happy smile

That slowly fades?

I don't, oh which smile?

Ask the readers!

Did you forget, oh reader,

The satchel full of happy smiles?

I see an empty bag

The girl kneeling down,

Sunken eyes, lifeless smile!

You looked too late, oh reader,

She has thrown them

Away for good!

Oh my darling! Look now,

Can't you see

The most beautiful sights,

Beauty? She wondered.

I have heard it once,

Oh what do they call?

Routine, yea routine,

And not joy.

May be I am wrong,

She thought,

My dreams, they

Might have tricked!

Let me call it joy

Joy as they have called it!

The routine in joy

The joy in routine,

She thought!

Soon to forget

The colourful dreams

The happy smiles!

Oh look there,

The girl is there again,

The girl with the big satchel!

Smile on her face

Weight in her bag,

Let me look into her bag

Just a glance

Curious I am

As curious as you, the reader!

Oh alas! What weight she carries,

Heavy too much

For the little girl in her!

Listen oh reader,

Murder it is

To kill the dreamer girl,

In the name of joy

You looted her,

Her satchel now

Heavy with lifeless dreams

And stoic smiles!