Real World

Real world

I am liberated, 

there's no colour, 

no caste, no creed, 

no age, no position

no ailment, no disease. 

It's an absolute world

of peace, 

where differences cease

to exist. 

Words that float around

here soothe my sense, 

O Intelligent world! 

I am complete and found

in this insane happiness. 

I can feel the presence of light

all around me, 

from harshness, conceit, caprice

I am forever free. 

Who is this light? 

I no longer question, 

with rays of delight

it answers my doubts

in the split of a second. 

I find the light when

I'm awake or when I am

in my dream, 

in a moment I find myself

gliding in the garden of heaven, 

chanting the wonderful

words of hymn.

On the other hand, 

You have this world

Intelligent, dirty, rude

Full of miseries and maladies;

Place where the rich, poor, black, white, 

Fighting, killing each other

With rules overruled, 

Sometimes with weapons, 

At other times with words! 

This is the world you call real? 

Where the weak are tortured? 

Haven't you cleaned the space with its green? 

Haven't you left it brown, tonsured!

Whatever cruelty the imprisoned eyes have seen, 

however sinful the past might have been, 

butchered with meaningless blood, 

tired with wars, hurting as hell;

with power of purity and peace, 

we can still come out of our shell

to rebuild the kind, real world.