My Dream
Omila Thounaojam *
This is where I belong
My home - my soul my life
The heavenly abode breeding love
Fresh as the morning air that costs nothing
Nothing at all but just a pinch of care and warmth
Discount offered throughout all the seasons under the sun
On every substance every aspect that makes our life pulsate
Revitalizing our tired souls trapped in the prison house of mad world.
This is where I belong
My little dreams of a world in this world - a home
A silent space for you, I and all who care to grow
The territory perfect for the flowering of all our souls
With fragrances erasing acidic presences of hatred and malice
An open land distant from an exhausting twilight melancholic existence
A paradise on earth thriving through beliefs in kindness and affection...
Call my dream a silly utopian fantasy
All alike to that of an ignorant childish day dream
Still I dare to keep on dreaming dreams of a world in this world
Perfectly in the midst of a fragmented painful social order in display
A crazy land where all seems to be in a run – pointlessly in a kind of rat race
Like hallucinated minds caught up in a crazy whirlwind of frenzied philosophies
Driving one and all to keep on deferring and delaying sensible acts meant for today ...
* Poem written by Omila Thounaojam
The poet can be contacted at omilathounaojam(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on September 03 2012.
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