The Dream Land Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

It is a world without songs
And full of mosaic of wrongs;
A weary world with full of worry
And is there any signs of blackberry?

Birds are not singing their notes
Dry rivers are full of lonely boats,
Fountains forget their ringling ripple
It's now a world of clandestine battle.

Eyes are weeping and red drops drop
O where is the end and sign of stop?
The open sky hears alone agony of joy,
O look, how beautiful the burning boy!

It's the Dream Land, full of dreadful dreams,
Who wants to hear the terrible scary screams?