Assassination of a Dream
One in many tens,
She reaches the Moon,
The Moon is conspicuous,
It palpates the Sun.
An unwritten thaumaturgy,
You wonder her crime
She quivers in melancholy,
Crimson puddle of dreams & reality,
Why some colors never mix?
Pressed against the wall,
Beneath the invisible glass,
With few taps of fingertips,
Ashamed soul cries,
It smiles,
A withered dying dream may be…
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Paraphrased
A woman has to face more problems compared to her counterparts in achieving the same goal (1 in 10). However, once a woman achieves something noteworthy (Moon /prized possession) she is easily noticeable. This moon thus becomes subject of envy and hurts ego (Sun) of some men/society (moon palpates sun)
Now magically out of nowhere (unwritten thaumaturgy) rumors spread about her. But she wonders about the mistake (achieving success) she has committed. When these rumors (melancholy) reach her she trembles in horror. Her dreams and reality have barriers filled with anguish/rage (crimson puddle) both hers and society. She slowly starts believing dreams will not become reality (colors never mix)
She is forced by the norms of society (pressed against the wall). She cannot grow further because of the glass ceiling effect (invisible glass). Twitterati and hooligans of social media troll her (taps of fingertips). She feels ashamed. It (her dream is no longer living) smiles (an expression of madness when you give up after all efforts) as she doesn’t understand the reason. Devoid of her dream she loses zeal (withered) and thus a dream dies.
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