Dreams Are No Escape

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