I search for a world full of endearment, gratification and veneration.
Where, the people are not blinded by the color
And divinity but are mesmerized by the purity residing into the fathom of one’s heart.
In the wake of morning hues
I yearn for a place so placid which,
Satiate the hunger of the peace craving soul.
Where, every ailing thought and churlish thing
is flavored with the sweetness of the kind hearts.
In the wake of morning hues
I search for a world where,
Nobility and charity are not misused for one’s fame
And the cries and pain of the innocents doesn’t fall on deaf ears.
In the wake of morning hues
I dream of a world where, the only religion in practice is “humanity”
And the prayer of this third religion is nothing but the hymn of the beating hearts.
In the wake of morning hues
I search for the world where,
People don’t kill their own brethren to prove their superiority and dominance,
Turning beautiful cities to no man’s land.
In the wake of morning hues
I yearn for a world free from wars and bloodshed.
A place which is not traumatized by the post war effects.
In the wake of morning hues
I yearn for a world, which is equivalent to Elysium.
A world well knitted with hearts well beating.
In the wake of morning hues
I wish that my dream of this world never dies,
And my heart never loose the sight of this dream.
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