Utopia

A world of perfection

Was it possible?

The charisma and affection

Seems to be so negligible,

The movies when sail 

To an ending so happy,

The blooming orchids,

And the meadows of lavender 

The charm of a prince 

And the princess so tender,

A world to which crests

Are not curtailed with troughs,

A world where the wince Is fermented to the

Softness of a dough.

But this utopic momentIs strewn with amendments 

Of reality,

The guilt of past with worries

Of future surmount,

Leaving our present with no clarity.

The imperfections are real,

And this time keeps rotating on its wheel,

Amidst the doom, let souls laugh aloud

Till the time strikes a utopian cloud.