Dream Utopia Poem by Hanzala Bin Aman

But I for sure picture a world where there is no limitation of age and caste; where there is no illogical social bobance. I picture a world where I care for none but you: where I sit far away watching you or rather staring at you. There, you are lost in thoughts and I observe your fingers which would circle the tresses of your hair. The tresses which would partly cloud your face and would invite me to play with them but the rosy cheeks that your hair guards would threaten to arrest my heart. There, I would like to drown in the vast sea that lies in your eyes but the beauty and valor that your eyes have, would discourage me from approaching you. Then again I would see your sugary lips that would invite me for the journey to heaven and at the same time menace me with my life. But then I would collect my courage and would come to you. And I would kiss you for once; once that would last never. There I would taste you, savor you and feel you deep inside me.