A Ten World 1 Poem by welkin siskin

Is there a day that's ever been fair and bright,
Without bitterness, sufferings, killings and death
Somewhere lain on some other side,
Where each of us has no cheerless heart-
Happiness full, sorrows receded
Or has left unbounded the soul?
Is there a tiny bower that's been kept
From any weak hope of flipping its life's glorious flag
Never weighed down and ripped apart?

Is there a heart that's been stuck
On by each of our sense—
With a stream of positivity, a visage of love,
And, of course, our oneness—
The idea that ‘'we belong to one another?
Been pure as driven snow
Of each of our life's lanes,
Where nothing of loss is found;
Except for the heart we have,
Is there another to the other side of our several glances?

Is there a bright side of our dream,
Where each of our mind branches out its gleam,
And the heart, in a pure form, being in a tranquil quiet—
With its mere music sings the song to redeem the freedom
With which we were born?
I long for a ten world
That which is not bleak but an all-chosen planet,
Where ever as a Dawn Redwood
Our hopes remain green and green.