He spends his work squabbling, haggling over a rupee <br />Foul mouths, abuses and all that drains his energy <br />You couldn’t tell if he is drunk just pretending to be sober <br />Battling through a rotten life, his ordeal never really over! <br />But when night comes and the half ball silver glows <br />Leaving behind the muck, he can stop being morose <br />He neither reflects on his misery nor feels the need to weep <br />On a six by six potholed floor, quickly he falls asleep! <br />Are you not curious to know if dreams visit him then? <br />With sweet angels with words of love or beautiful women <br />No curses no shouting men, only friends surrounding him <br />Hugging him, cheering him, he is a winner in his dream! <br />Or the same evils haunt him, the ones that storm his day <br />Mock him, spit on his face, kick him out of their way <br />He struggles to find his way out, shouting curses in his sleep <br />There’s no light or end of the tunnel, he doesn’t know to weep!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-are-no-escape/
