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Sutapa Basu

Dreams


Photograph by Shayan Basu. All rights reserved, 2023









When I was young,

Everything was possible.

Life seemed endless.

Every day brought new dreams

Which I was sure I could fulfil.

So I walked, cushioned by clouds.

Not knowing and not caring

That beneath my feet lay hard rock

Incapable of seeding those dreams.


When I grew older

Reality mocked my fleeting illusions.

Some dreams shattered.

Some became smoky smudges high in the blue.

The few left behind wanted to fly away too

Like kites tugged by fickle winds.

Desperately, I held on to the strings

Blistering my palms and scrabbling in the dust.

Only traces remained of my early faith.

Rest dwindled to quavering wraith.

When it is time for me to bid farewell

My past rises; a spectral finger points

To a debris of dreams steeped in I, myself, and mine.

Did I never care for anyone but me?

Is that why I dreamt a hollow black fallacy?

My life dappled in shadows tells the truth

My rapacious dreams were stunted in growth.


Yet, hope spells life’s breath

Despite my dreams wrestling death.

Crunching up the rocky path, I wonder

Didn’t a single dream survive my blunder?

Overhead, murky clouds shift

A thin ray shows the way.

A promise; a new dream…

Is it a second chance?

One last selfless act to redeem humanity?

Revoke my soul; repeal my vanity?





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