The Luxury of Dreams

From the pen of a housewife

The Luxury of Dreams

Sometimes I too think of living my dreams,

And float on paths unknown, just like a stream!

See what my dreams are like:

What if one fine day, I am asked,

“What would you like to have for breakfast?”

And I just yawn & stretch and sneak for a stroll in the park,

Leaving you with the task.

What say if I make my hands my paintbrush?

And my– not your–  life my canvas

And paint it with whichever colours I want.

I know that is mean

To even imagine

After all who allowed me

The luxury of dreams!!

 

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