Forbidden Dreams

All around like a little fly
Buzzing through the good old park
I let my delusions and fancies fly
All my troubles did I park

The dirty rooms, the stinky sink
The shirts, the trousers, the tie
All the load that makes me sink
Countless knots never did I tie

Looking for some companionship
Beyond what money could buy
No fancy cruise no haughty ship
Just a plank of wood to sail by

Just a moment of solace to cite
A moment to cry my heart aloud
And vroom they vanished out of sight
And here even dreams are not allowed

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Roshni is a software architect and a mother of a 10-year-old. She has a hidden passion for writing. It is her way of unwinding.