Wanderers Of Future

Once religion, science, art, politics

Went to the future

To see

Which of them prosper

Who among them will foster

Out there in the future

While in the way,

Nobody was calm

Everyone would say;

Politics would start first;

You three are going for the worst

For the world

Seeks to be organised

Constituting some to be happy

Some to be disguised.

So, through my eyes see

How the world is gonna be

Everyone would be working

For the society

Whether it is us

The sun or the tree.

 

Science had a vision;

Well politics, you render me to agree

Formation of organisation

For the world to be chaos free

So, let it be a scientific one

In quest of observable truth

And false claims would be none.

Religion was to start

Curious seemed its face;

As you say, let me fart

With theories

That have no base

But  maybe we'd further succeed

For people in the future

Would like

Companions in the need

Flowing with sentiments

Without any greed

People who are helping

Thoughtful and believing

Will the society feed.

Art stood still enough,

It stirred and began;

You all serve for the needs of a man

Could you think about pleasure?

What would he do in his leisure?

We would serve and be served

By the sweetest part of memories

By the heart-filled with love

And become immortal

Like a sweet white dove  

They walked and were unknown

Of a mammoth hurdle

In the way stood on

A peaceful whisper

passed through the ears

you had a long walk

you travelled years

beyond the future.

Now is the time to rest

All felt drowsy

And slept in a haste

Mammoth murmured

Everything in sleep

Let them lie down

Until  a new creation beep.