Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

This post was an entry to Read Leaf Poetry India Award

Early Mornings When I walk by

In a Hurry, to Reach my Office Nearby

Across the lane, she walks out of her home

In tattered clothes, she would walk and roam

Her eyes ask questions, a hundred

They gleam at the sight of Bags and books

Down she looks,and silently lifts her basket

Carrying the burden on her tender shoulders.

On being asked, what would you want to be

"A doctor ", she replies with glee

Breaking into an angelic smile

She walks away.....

A Lost Child hood, Hundred Broken Dreams

She silently gets lost in the crowd of Millions

Selling her wares,Selling her innocence

Pushed and Shoved in the crowds

On my way back,I Find her sitting alone

A broken doll , a broken toy would lay by her side

Nothing to study, nothing to look forward for

A day of Struggle just sets by.

No crayons would add the hue

No spray paints would add that color

Hardships and struggles have marred her life

Colors of Worry Now Fill The Palette Of her Life

A boulevard of broken dreams she lives in

Having Lost Her way to A Carefree Childhood,

Stuck in a maze of poverty

She stares into the void with empty eyes

Unsure of what the future beholds for her

Unsure of what the next morning awaits

She slips into deep slumber on the pavement

Skeptical of waking up alive the next day....