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!
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