Injustice in Dream
My day started with the heaviness of a dream
I had pleaded to the authorities and all was left but to scream.
I had cried and begged but the authorities didn’t heed
Nobody had come forward to answer my need.
In my dream I was flying to Paris
Along with mother and my sis.
We were excited and unplanned as we could be
We stood in the queue to get our boarding pass and be free
My mom finished her boarding and went ahead
I was supposed to be next but a young fellow came in front of me instead.
I waited my turn and thought I would be next
The authorities called for some some Mrs heft.
Worried that my mom would not know what to do.
but looking at Mrs Heft’s size i decided to wait a minute or two.
As she left, I went to the authority and told them that I was supposed to be next
They completely ignored me and asked me to wait until after Mr. Heft.
I pleaded and cried but it didn’t change their mind.
They changed the order and suddenly I was in the behind.
With the strong feeling of injustice I opened my eyes.
I was not at the airport but in my soft bed I realize
How could they do this in reality or a dream
Nothing melted their heart watching my tearful stream
Though my alarm rang with a song
I still feel a sense of injustice and wrong.
© Sunanya Pal
In her little spare time, she also maintains a blog at mannkiwindow.wordpress.com and can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org She is currently writing a novel of 51 stories of people who are of South Asian origin and have an experience to share of USA.
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