By Shanaya Phal Desai
“The world needs to thaw
Its thoughts ..”
A young girl cried out,
Mercy lord! Give them
Some sunshine .
For they asked me to
Leave my passion
To choose a good profession
The ropes of degrees around my neck
Made an artist die before any creation.
For them my dreams are delusion
And the desires of a dancer,
An actor, a poet
Were mere and contradictory.
Their frozen thoughts
Extinguished the fire within me.
The world is killing
Thousands of dreams.
It needs to thaw
It needs some sunshine now.
