I DREAM A WORLD
- By Superadministrator
- Fri,07 Jan 2022
As the conjurer in me summoned the chimera, The dark hour lit with the glow in my mind’s eye, Every nook lit up in the dark isle, the horizon turned a shady yellow, Legions of visions in swift velocity, Materialised in the mind’s territory With a yearning for the world I could will for myself. Oh; it isthe world where remembrance is not wisdom, Where life is not a stethoscope, or a code or a formula or a currency or a machine or a mode, A world where being a boy I can cry, I can cook, I can sing, dance, rejoice andrest, A world where I amjudged by my beauty and not by my looks. A world where I canbe a madcap andstill be sane, It’s a world to see, but a heaven to feel. I am a free soul, with the horizons to explore, And not set in moulds made to fit in. The farther I go the deeper I move towards me, Sinking in my feelings, in the yearnings of my mind, But madeto live with my expressions andperceptions. Isolated from my own real self, Thinking of the reasons I could survive and suffice, In a world of wrongs and rights. Alongside the distant ringing morning bells, The disk has turned a mellow red. The night is gone, the night is history; But the dream… The dream is thefuture. And the future is the infinitude. Written By: Yash Pratap Singh Deora Class_ 11 A