A Dream Of Serenity

I dream of the world:

Where whispers replace high pitches

And no voice rise to clamour;

Where no one's accused of breaches

And we are guarded without armour.

A deliberate dream I'd like to foresee:

Where tongue won't do damage

And sustains heart's beauty;

To heal a concentric grudge

That 'steers our life' and duty.

I don't dream of Satyuga but a society of bridled human beings:

Where sharpness won't replace wisdom

And 'thou' and 'thy' won't replace 'we'

Where words bit with precision;

And mind remains on a serene spree.