How long can I keep postponing the reality
of my senses, social standing and hunger?
How long can I keep fighting a war, lost already,
despite winning a handful of fights here and there?
It has been almost twelve months now I’m living on my dreams,
audacious for one from the third world middling class,
fatally foolish, I know, some would rightly say!
Perhaps my poor genes did not mutate properly,
for I know countless men and women too, who are
happy to live a rat’s life to its full extent,
living underground in fear and never too keen
to tie the bell, despite being cruelly victimized,
racing and multiplying like a fierce plague on earth,
to wipe out the planet from the face of the universe!
Well I can vent for all I want and call them any names
but perhaps that will only make my sin as grave as Cain’s,
for tonight a dreamer after dreaming his last,
will have to seek his way back to that despised world of rats
and only when he has nothing more to gain or has lost it all
will he return to his dreams with profuse apologies for the hiatus!