Dad, when I was a kid,
You told me ‘Beta, for you, even the sky is not the limit!’
I worked hard, trusted your words, gave half my life for the dreams,
But Dad, at last, “What did I achieve?”

I lay naked at my most sacred place,
I suffered the scariest of all death,
I died all in disgrace,
I couldn't even hold the burden of my own face.
Dad, Why didn't you tell me before that-
“Love, you aren't safe in your own dream place!”

Dad, you said that you are proud to call me a doctor?
I considered myself as a Nation’s hero, an achieved actor!
But, what happened to me, Dad? Why am I all soul-less?
I was living in my own nest, but then why was I smashed and brutally thrown away?

Like all, I was just celebrating Olympics that day,
Not knowing what lie ahead,
I was standing for my country,
Unaware that my countrymen will betray me one day.

Dad, what wrong did I do to hold this pain?
Will the world still link the length of my dress to my death?
I wanted to be a proud “gold medalist”,
But in the safest of all places, I lost my faith!

Dad, should I regret pursuing a career of my dreams?
Or should I blame myself for watching the Olympics?
I was just 31-year old, they raped me, Dad,
And still I have to fight to seek my justice!

In which era are we living, Dad?
Whom should I trust, if not my home & my country?
Dad, Where can I find happiness and peace?
If it is not in the “place of my dreams”!!!
IF NOT IN THE PLACE OF MY DREAMS!!!

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