Dream to Gloom

The poem speaks of a typical middle class Indian girl and guy (II tier city).
You - the girl
Me and I - the guy.

Poem :-




You dream all the years,
From childhood to youth
And during every night of your teens.

Dream of what?
A Greek - god looking prince
bathed in beauty and gold,
Will come one day in your life
And will take you along,
On a journey that has romance all over
And ends with your life.

If only dreams were not dreams.
Days turn into weeks,
into months, into years
And there is sight of no such prince.

Your patience goes for a toss.
You are depressed, frustrated
And need an admirer,
To boost your confidence
And to unconditionally love you.

You decide to compromise
And settle with "Me"

Me, an average looking Indian guy
With middle class upbringing.
Aspirations and dreams unlimited
And so the responsibilities of family.
Only thing limited is resources
And thus opportunities.

My decent job and good manners,
Of both me and my family
makes "Me" ideal candidate for your compromise.

You suppress your dreams
And we enter into a contract,
Named marriage, claiming to tie us
Together for next seven life's.
You leave your home for me.

I'm the reason for ruining your life.
I'm the reason for your endless sacrifices.
I'm the reason you have to adjust and learn to live with 'Little'.

I'm the reason for you not having the most expensive jewelery.
I'm the reason for your children not studying in expensive schools.
I'm the reason for you not holidaying at best tourist spots.
I'm the reason you can't shop much.
I'm the reason you can't be friends to men you like.
I'm the reason for you not staying in king size villa.
I'm the reason you can't match wardrobe of neighbors.
I'm the reason you can't travel in luxury cars.


I'm the reason.
Yes, I'm the reason.
I'm the loser who
Works ten hours a day,
five to six days a week
And entire year.
But can't earn enough
to fulfill your wants.

Worst, you have to service my needs.
You have to cook for me,
Sleep with my bellied and out of shape body,
Nurse me when I'm ill,
Receive ill treatment when I'm in bad mood,
Sometimes beatings, abuses from me.

I'm the compromise
Who ruined your life,
Demolished your dreams,
Rammed your body into premature oldness,
Deprived of luxuries you deserved.

Yet you have to stay with me,
Look at my dirty face daily,
Sleep on same bed,
Eat together,
Roam together,
Live a life you didn't imagine.

A life full of pain, suffering, sacrifices.
With only death saving you from further injustice.


SH
Shahid Hussain