A Smiling World Poem by Bhupesh Balakrishnan

The hands, that work in the field,
are the most powerful, which yields;
The voice, that echoes for the poor,
are the most powerful, which the World hear;

The sickle, that cut the crops,
are the most powerful, when held aloft;
The battle between the rich and the poor,
still continues my dear;

Oh my lord, when will this come to an end,
so that the World lives with peace and joy;
When will i see, no poor and sufferer,
in my World, equality that bring smile and joy;

What can i do to stop the pains,
which can bring my World all good gains;
The day i dream, everyone's pot full of cream,
butter and gold, that runs like a river stream;

Wiping out poor, wiping out fear,
bringing in dear, prosperity and peace,
Let you and me live to see a smiling world,
May Lord bless, let all see a smiling world!

Bhupesh Balakrishnan