I want to dream
But I am hurt.
Would you touch me?
To make my heart
To pump out the blood into my mind.

I want to fly
But I have a fear
That my wings are small and weak.
Would you touch me?
To make my heart
To pump out the blood into my wings.

I want to go on long walk
In the night
But I am afraid of their eyes and darkness.
Would you be my man?
To protect me
By keeping your arms around my waist.

I want to swim
But I can not breath so long.
Would you touch me?
To make my heart
To pump out the blood into my lungs.

I want to feel the thump
In my womb
But I am scared.
Would you touch me?
To make my heart
To pump out the blood into my uterus.

Parmit Singh Dhurandhar