The Dream Sequence
-by Amanita Sen
–Reading Time – 1 min Approx
You watch the news half-attentively
much like you watch the score-board,
when your favourite team seems to lose,
only this time you are in the Noah’s ark
with your species and the storm is
intimidating, indiscriminately so.
And you are now in a dream sequence in a
film where the bleach-sprayed migrant-workers,
keep crouching, labourers walk to no ends,
to avoid it stagger to death itself,
and even in this dream you do not miss
the joy and the sprint in the name Jamlo,
a befitting name for a wide-eyed preteen,
whose identity of a child-labourer you wish
to push under the carpet but you cannot
because of the joyous sprint in her name.
The aborted joy knocks at your dead conscience.
You wait eagerly for the director to say “Cut”!
-by Amanita Sen