At the Kashmiri Gate metro station,
a child in a bright blue dress
breaks free from her parents,
runs laughing–
into the cool, rushing air.
And then what?
She turns and returns–
and then what?
More laughing and growing–
and then what?
She figures out something–
and finds others
who see she is right.
And then what?
Her ideas spread,
but they jail her–
like Natasha Narwhal.
And then what?
We all see she’s right
and come into the streets
like a flood.
And then what?
Life is still hard,
but noone
sleeps hungry or cold;
we still struggle
and we still love–
we struggle because we love.