In my dreams

You were the one, haunting my dream

I couldn’t just wake up and scream;

Identity of yours might take you away

But you would invade my mind anyway,

For them a decision must not be rushed

After all only a flower that I’m , meant to be crushed.

Conscience and consent, may not find a voice

Yet it is their way to me, I might not have a choice.

Culture we say shapes us and makes a man,

Can our culture be blamed, for an act so inhuman?