So what if I am dusky?
I have my beautiful dreams.
So what if I wasn't brought up with love and care?
So what if I grew up on my own like some weeds did
in my father's rented farms?
I grew up nevertheless.
So what I was unlucky enough to have my mother close her lids in death the moment I was born?
So what if my heart hungers still for maternal love?
I dream of becoming a mother some day.
So what if I am tied to a stake of bare necessities?
I don't have to spend much to dream of a world tour.
So what if life has been unfair to me so far?
I will get my share of happiness and love one day.
I am sure, I will.
One day, I will.
|(That's Monika, whom Maya has dedicated the poem to)|