Used to think, feel
that I was born
in the wrong era.
I thought so
for so long
but not anymore.
These days
I love my Era
and feel proud
and happy
of living it.
I see and feel
all these changes
and I am trying
my best.
Careful preparing
the seeds
for the new flower,
times that I may catch
and touch
with my own hand:
that of a fair world
with humans living in peace
sharing everything,
but first,
most of all,
love and smiles.
Quite possible.
Why not?
We are fortunate to be living during this time when the world has made of a lot of advancements, quite unthinkable for those who lived before us! Though over the sky at times dark clouds gather, it is a pleasure to watch them drifting away and the sky getting clearer and brighter! Let us hope that a fairer world will soon emerge when people become the apostles of peace and harmony and when their faces will be lit with radiant smiles! A sweet poem full of hope!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is very tough to understand right time and right place. But if we can understand the situation our all problems will be over. A worthy write. Thanks for sharing. Regards.