World of My dream

Down on the lane to the stream,
What a beautiful world, it’s is and I see,
I see tree flourishing with beauties to my eyes,
The sky blues,
Birds flying and singing,
Paths and roads loving to the heart,
Souls warming up to the beauty of the day,
Flowers smiling and Butterflies flying with joy,
Bees humming with sweetness of honey,
Streams flowing into the blossom of my abode,
Lambs and kids are joyfully jumping after their mother,
Ooh, the world I see where all are in harmony.

Ooh ah………………………………..
It has all been a dream,
Of a world I desire to live in,
Of a world I wish to attain,
Rather, am in a world,
Full of dead flora, no songs,
And no flying of birds,
The fields, paths and roads are deserted,
Kids and lambs are no more,
Even after few seconds of existence,
Mothers are wagging behind the walls,
Fathers are hard as stone,
I see rags…. Oh where are the royal clothes,
…. Are they torn?
My friend, tell me
What to do,
Please tell me, if my dreams can come alive,
And silently a voice came unto me,
Saying…….
I see a nation,
Where justice and peace shall reign,
If our leaders, our fathers and our mothers,
Shall give us a chance to build a nation,
Where all shall have access to mother earth and her fruits,
And sunlight of the land,