This is not a fantasy - a poem

This is not a fantasy
I often fantasize myself as someone else in my dreams,
I have been a superhero countless times,
I have been a politician, a film star and even a cricketer,
I have lived as impressive and attractive persons in my daydreams,
I have lived as a parent, friend and even lover.
But it was always easy to think of these lives,
Except the life of a family which I saw on the road today,
Everytime I try to imagine myself in their place,
I accept it is hard, impossible.
It was a family of four,
Parents and their two kids, one boy and one girl.
Both parents were blind,
Kids were in school uniform,
They were waiting for the traffic to stop,
So that they could help their small innocent kids to
Cross the road.
I imagined myself as the father and
Couldn’t think of how I would provide for the family
But this man was doing so.
I imagined myself as the mother and
Couldn’t think of how I shall raise the kids
But this woman was doing so.
This couple certainly had a dream for their kids
But I couldn’t imagine how they would have dreamt it
By now I am exhausted
And my eyes have tears.

This is not a fantasy,

This real life in a real world.