Imagine a world where all were to live
with wild dreams running up through everyone’s sleeve,
Every wishes meant to be fulfilled;
even selfish or cruel needs with greed!
Thoughts would be prayer and nobody would care
one another’s feeling or anyone’s tear.
‘Scare’ ‘d be a word confined only to a fairy-tale
‘Share’ a last word one ‘d ever hear.
President extends wishes on Martyrs Day
Dreaming big and high
everyone a god on their own
would indulge in world isolated from color and tone.
Living a grand and limitless life full of fulfillment
Life would yet be devoid of thrills, fun and commitment.
Independent cold and able
everyone’d consider one another just a roadside pebble
Fame and shame would go hand-in-hand;
Silence and arrogance ‘d sweep throughout the land.
A world full of vanity
igniting cold fire of insanity,
setting up division by default;
would be the world in my point of view
If everyone’s wishes were to ever come true!
