I don’t want to know reality
I don’t want to suffer its bites
Tell me another fairy tale
Even though you are bound
To do exactly the other way round
Oh truthsayer (you were bound to be)!
Tell me another sweet truth.
How the prince and princesses
Spend their days in beauty and glory
In the land of eternal glory and abundance.
Tell me all about them, oh I am dying!
Who cares if they need our snooping!
In the land of their extreme privacy,
Who cares if they care about our being?
Still tell us their all stories
Which plane they ride, which snacks they nibble
What makeup and brands they use for their kids
Don’t tell me about those hungry faces
Those hungry kids that toil in mines
Even though our knowledge about them
May change their whole existence!
Sharmishtha basu
19.08.10
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