Hopes.
When my parents are old,
I'd love to show them flying cars in our country.
I'd love to show them that the man who washes cars
Also owns one. I saw an ad the other day
Of a girl cross-dressing to go to school.
I hope that it turns into a choice,
Not the necessity that it is for some.
I hope there are lesser people
With their hands outstretched at street lights, streaming eyes
And more of those who are able to give.
I hope we wear our identities proudly on our chests,
But not so proudly to be haughty to those who carry badges of different colours.
Or those, who worship different gods.
I hope that all the little children of my country run amok in the streets
And jump over pebbles to go to school,
And don't wipe the dirty dishes in a grubby restaurant.
Or someone's house.
I hope women don't have to think twice before leaving the house at midnight,
Or when they raise their voice against the pay gap.
I hope there are more ears than voices,
And that no voice is unfairly silenced.
I hope that cows dying of plastic consumption
Isn't as common as it is today.
I hope, in 2047, we can finally emerge to be the India our freedom fighters envisioned us to be.
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