But…

She dreams of a life, beautiful and new,

She dreams of happiness, everlasting and true,

She dreams of promises, real and few,

She dreams on, without a clue…

She dreams of freedom and education,

She dreams of affection and attention,

She dreams of fun and friendship too,

She dreams on, without a clue…

She dreams of becoming a rebel,

She dreams of equality and being on level,

She dreams of colour and hue,

She dreams on, without a clue…

She dreams of breaking the shackles and setting herself free,

She dreams of a childhood with fun and glee,

But wakes up each day in the morning at three,

And sets off to earn, with her family…

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Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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