I don’t agree to…
What has been said?
To seduce,
The miserable humanity…
Am I a black,
But conspicuous slave girl?
Do I look like one?
I think,
You are still dazed;
I am an ordinary Human,
People call me by this name…
I’m NOT special,
Still I don’t agree to your terms…
Come to my terms,
Or shut the door at my face;
Please do it with some guts,
I won’t be scared…
Because,
I’m NOT a follower,
I’m a dreamer…
If you can,
Plunge me in deep slow sleep,
But you can never stop;
The rapid movements of my eyes…
Because,
I’m NOT a follower,
I’m a Dreamer…
May 23,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we dream the dreams that no one cares to show the light of day, and when they come they come as one no matter what they say..................dream on poet sing sing sing