Dreams beyond
Window panes,
Are stuck in
Narrow lanes.
Some at edges
Of brain.
Others at social
Restraints.
Staring eyes,
Complaining cries.
The rain that
Falls here is meant
In a stinky drain
Of prejudice.
The broth in the
Cooker is
Purposefully spoilt.
Light outside
The room is meant
Only to the flies.
A bird that
Learnt to fly is
Just a good hunt
For over a night.
The one that sang
Looks beautiful
Only in a cage,
Saree is a disguise.
Dreams are rare
Ceramics for
Visitors' display.
Teen Girls in
Colors are reserved
For slave trades.
Either you die
As a wife or
Live long enough
To be aborted.
Between two
The girl that lives
Here is a curse.
If she's manly enough
To dream,
It can get worse.