A New World

Let us build a world together;
A world without any hatred and fear,
Where none has to shed a drop a tear,
Where smiling faces have no pain to bear.

Let us build a world together;
A world built upon love and compassion,
Where helping others is everyone’s passion,
Where people need not suffer from any division.

Let us build a world together;
A world without any hunger or poverty,
Where people are not tortured in captivity,
Where people are treated with equal dignity.

Let us build a world together;
A world devoid of the curse of war,
Where people don’t have to kill their brother’,
Where peace prevails forever.

Let us build this new world together;
A better and safer world for our children,
The kindle of humanity will glow in the hearts of all men,
Where we will create our own heaven.

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My Life

My sight always wants you in its vision,

Be it in reality, dreamland or delusion.

My loneliness searches for you all around,

Your absence gobbles me in solitude so profound.

My happiness gets meaning in your smile,

All my grief and worries are sent to exile.

My world looks pleasant shining in your beauty,

No blotch or blemish in mankind or humanity.

My mind finds peace in your serenity,

Even it turmoil, it enjoys utter tranquility.

My wretched soul is purified with your compassion,

It saves my conscience from gradual erosion.

My heart finds love in the warmth of your lips,

It gives me relief from all my hardships.

My tiredness finds solace in your arms,

They keep me away from all the harms.

Words cannot describe how precious you are,

Loosing you ever is all that I fear.

My life is complete with your essence,

It silently wishes for your omnipresence.

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Childhood Days

The tale of the fairies, the scribbled old diaries;

The precious moments captured in black-and-white.

The boats made of paper, the shiny candy wrapper;

The layer of pastels on the canvas so white.

The age which did not know what was pain,

How I wish to visit my childhood again!

 

The evenings at the ground, the pond knew joys unbound;

Together with our friends creating our own dreamland.

The taste of grandma’s pickles, the warmth of grandpa’s tickles;

That took care of mother’s wrath and father’s command.

The age which was afraid of the principal’s cane,

How I wish to visit my childhood again!

 

The mind free of negativity, the heart free of iniquity;

When smile was the only ornament of the face.

When there was fear, of ghosts but not failure;

The competitor was wind and not rats in any race.

The age which found happiness dancing in the rain,

How I wish to visit my childhood again!

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