Same Old World Poem by Parama Mitra

It's the same world, my dearest nest.
It's the same sky, wide and open,
but the blue-azure colour fumed into ashes.

It's the same breeze, flawless and quick,
but the smell has been changed,
sweet honey perfume smells like burning flesh.

It's the same river, running through and thrilling,
but the path has been changed,
like some great magician's vanishing act.

Oh! my dear, still it's my Home sweet Home,
and I love her The most.

It's the same old mankind, with brains and hearts,
but the meaning of humanity has been changed,
hatred is killing and winning over compassion.

It's the same soil, platform for both you and me,
but the purity has been changed,
borders and poisons are turning it into hell.

It's the same water, absorbing desert's thirst,
but the taste has been changed,
it tastes like my own blood.

Oh! my Lord, still it's my heaven,
much more better than yours.

she fascinated me in the past,
and I admire her now,
she'll become my Precious Dream
when the future will come.