Wednesday, July 25, 2007 by Indrajit
My Utopia- 1
( A world that waits to unfold)
Where men and women are admired akin,
And no bias on race and skin,
Where no foetuses ever burn,
and no girls fear the lurking unseen.
Where exists no religion,
where one bond of love reigns
Where no child is fate's cursed,
No elders to Old-age homes dispersed.
Where food of all colors,
are laid in lavish means,
where rich and poor none exist,
and all embrace the joyous dins.
Where past is not far away,
where one can repose in those lanes,
and come back from the sepia-times,
to Now and shape the morrow's miles.
Where Santa carries gifts for all,
where music speaks the mind sublime-
Where the kins are never parted
to be memories in the heart forlorn
Indrajit Ghosal.
copyright(c)2007indrajitghosal
( A world that waits to unfold)
Where men and women are admired akin,
And no bias on race and skin,
Where no foetuses ever burn,
and no girls fear the lurking unseen.
Where exists no religion,
where one bond of love reigns
Where no child is fate's cursed,
No elders to Old-age homes dispersed.
Where food of all colors,
are laid in lavish means,
where rich and poor none exist,
and all embrace the joyous dins.
Where past is not far away,
where one can repose in those lanes,
and come back from the sepia-times,
to Now and shape the morrow's miles.
Where Santa carries gifts for all,
where music speaks the mind sublime-
Where the kins are never parted
to be memories in the heart forlorn
Indrajit Ghosal.
copyright(c)2007indrajitghosal
