Is It Your Dream Land? Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The dream citizens in my dream land,
Have no color, race and religions in souls,
They are beautiful and handsome as the charts,
During the bull’s ride, they have nothing to sort,

Except for the mundane tasks and the ordinary folks,
Get drunk with love to drive the night out with no sulk,
My dream land is full of green grassy trees and plants,
Where I invite the happiness and contentment to visit,

The migrating birds would stop to steal the food,
As there is plenty in every nook and corner of this world,
The greediness from the hearts elope with fear of failures,
The children of my dream land cared by their loving mothers,

who may rule every country, assisted by their duty bound brothers
Women don’t have to work as the street side whores,
Women are relieved of wearing the blankets and veils,
Women are highly educated, but humble and loving in nature,

The responsible fathers barred from marry more than one,
Their chauvinism is arrested and sentenced to death,
They are privately tutored how to speak what they think,
Young boys are safe and theirs need not be sliced,

The pregnant horses would be released from the barns,
Where they have stood all their life for urine,
The factories and manufacturing facilities are run by the robots,
Away from the civilization in the remote islands,

No pollutant is allowed to escape into the air, water and land,
The recuperation and rehabilitation is on the process,
Suddenly we see all the children born are perfectly normal,
To call a boy and a girl, as they were created in the first week.