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I wish to live in a world of my own

which I will never disown.

I love a world all for myself

none others to bother the self

been born out of a mother

my thoughts are invalid rather

as I come from the womb

I see many others in the room

the gynecologist and her team

announce the birth with a beam

the crowd around rejoices  aloud

my mother  curls in a shroud

then  I see many faces

which would play a role in phases

I cry in a full-throated ease

as I lie in a distinctive freeze

Could I remake the world?

If so how would it be?

My little fingers unfold

the thumb says in a voice  bold

first there should be no fraud

all things should be straight

conceal nothing from sight

the pointing finger juts out

I foresee an accusation throughout

primarily it counts on behavioural trends

condemns rapes with a mighty bend

the middle finger long and  slim

talks  slowly of the issues in dim

the child abuse is a detraction grave

the  contention of the ring finger is brave

modestly puts forth the hardships of slaves

though it is less  it still plays

the biggest  issue in mind

the tiniest finger finds

the finger drums on Peace  and Contentment

both require a dedication and commitment

my fingers close in a clasp  so tight

reluctant to open out anymore

the child in me wakes up with a startle

preparing to face the  battle

unleashed by the external forces

meantime sleep overtakes me by force

well, could I create such a world as I envisage?

mind you that would prove to be a great salvage

a world without greed, deceit and strain

would be a Heaven where you feel no pain

Could I create such a world?

I would, I swear by my word!