Walking the street of reality
where hustle and tussle is the
order of da day
where disaster, war and corruption
rules our existence.
Walking the lane of hope
where young and old sit to share
dreams and fulfillment
where justice is honoured
where light shine on the hopeless
where the blind walks without falling.
Lost in the park of time
where grasses are shining green and
the voiceless could speak
where nature sings and
the weak shout with strength
The world we know is
the world I dreamed
The world I dream is
the world of peace
The world we know is
the world I see
A world of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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