“Tell me child of the world you see
It surely is different from the world I see.
Is everybody beautiful in your world my child?
Is everybody pleasant-tempered and mild?
Is your world coloured in pastel shades?
Is it filled with hills and valleys and glades?
Is your world free of vices and sins?
Is your world a world where everybody wins?
Tell me child of the world you see
It surely is different from the world I see”.
The child answers:
“My world, it is such a beautiful place
I can see it reflected, in my mother’s face
Safe in her arms, my world I find
Free from all horrors – to sorrows blind
In my world are blue, blue skies
Rainbows and laughter and songs and smiles
The grass is so green, the roses so red
No child in my world goes hungry to bed
Everybody has a home to call their own
Nobody in my world walks alone
My world is nature’s exclusive domain
Free of hurts and aches and pains
In my world are no walls that divide
No fights, no riots, no secrets to hide
No barriers of language, caste or creed
In the name of religion, my people do not bleed
So pure and so clean is my world, my friend
My world is a world of love, my friend”.
(One of those few poems of mine that are not sad, I guess!!!)
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