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!!