I dream

I dream like Alice in Wonderland,

A topsy-turvy world, faraway from my land,

Going there through a tiny hole,

Bending down to reach the spot,

Requires efforts but still that will be fine,

At least to break the chain,

Of monotony, helplessness and what not.

I yearn to go to the Utopia,

Where severing own hands,

Like what is man doing to his clan,

Is considered glaringly foolish and insane act,

And, whoever does so,

Receives a punishment so weird,

That he will forever drop that idea.

In this land boxes are reproved,

Vehemently opposed and looked down,

No one dares treat another,

Without respect and affection,

For that is the law of the land,

And, good citizens follow it.

A man's standard is measured,

Not by his money or power,

By the fake show of politeness,

But by his real character and behaviour,

In fact, this land has a technology,

To detect his genuineness,

As he applies for school and job,

Instead of mere papers,

Half-projecting his real talents.

Spiritually awakened people,

Walk on this beautiful and serene land,

Everyone knows his boundary,

And respects that of his fellow friends,

Even a minor accident,

Witnesses people promptly jumping into action,

Saving lives and resources first,

And, never fault finding and abusing.

Safety and security first, says the king,

Education and food, meant for all,

Physical and mental health is insisted,

Hospitals remain a rarity, like extinct birds,

Old are not allowed to sit idle,

And threaten the peace of others,

Instead they should read and walk,

Do something they like,

Some unfinished or latent dreams,

They can give wings to,

Gender doesn't define a work,

And, even children should recognise,

From a young age, the value of money,

The value of hard work.

Women are not aliens,

Neither witches nor gods,

They are loved, cared and respected,

They can do whatever they like,

Unless that harms anyone consciously,

Otherwise, they are free to choose,

Their partners, goals and lives.

There are perks for quirkiness,

For all have unique potentials,

Like a garden full of myriad flowers,

Some big, some small,

The kaleidoscopic tapestry everyone loves,

No one judges but prefers to have one.

Giggles and laughter,

Tranquil mirth and jovial faces,

Singing, dancing and celebrating,

The air feels so rejuvenating,

Carrying the panacea of every ache,

Unlike the stinking and polluting air,

Of where I now live,

Carrying a doleful and cursed tone.

Paradise, too, can be created,

If everyone steps forward,

The dream can be recreated in reality,

Maybe peeping inside one's own mind,

In golden silence, away from cacophony,

So says the king, proud of his land.

I hang my head in shame,

For what a land I belong to,

Where modernisation is taking place,

With stygian minds and closed souls,

Where development is happening,

While Nature's beings, including man himself,

Are pleading for mercy and freedom.

Will my dream remain forever a dream?

Let me hope that maybe not now,

But soon in the future,

There will be clearer sky,

Legible thought processes,

Coherent acts of men,

And all will find peace and solace.