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The World Of Our Desires
The World
To your eyes,it seems strange and mysteriousTo my eyes, it seems scary and dangerousBut think about the blind man round the cornerHe has the best vision among usTo his eyes, the world seems beautifulA place full of sounds and colorsA place where there are loads of things To see,watch n enjoyImagine what he would seeIf he had his sightHow his dreams would be shatteredHow his heart would be brokenCan we not make our world beautiful for him?So that another man does not contributeIn spoiling our world further?The worldTo your ears, its full of noiseTo mine, its full of criesThere is hardly any laughter heardBut the deaf boy next doorHas the best hearing among usTo him, the world is full of melodiesThere are pleasant, sweet voicesSounds of joy everywhereThe chirping of birdsThe gurgling of waters,Everything soothing to the earImagine what he would have,to listenIf he had the power to hearHow his desires to listen would fadeHow his mind would fill with detestCan we not make this worldA little more softer and sweeter for him?So that another boy does not contributeIn spoiling our world further?The worldFor you, the path is full of barriersFor me,its a long way full of thorns n stonesBut the little girlIn the small cabin by the riverWho can hardly come outBeing bound in crutchesFinds this world more amusingThan you or meFor her,this world is full of frolicIt is an open groundTo play aroundAnd run forever and everWithout the fear of fallingImagine her shockWhen she would be able to walkShe would hardly find a place to set her footLet alone running and playingAnd the fear of returning to her crutchesAlways haunting her innocent mindCan we not make some spaceFor the little child to fulfil her wishes?So that another girl does not contributeIn spoiling our world further?For you,this world is filled with rudenessFor me,it is a din of abusesBut the young lady,your neighbourWho remains silent, being muteFinds the gift of voiceMore interesting than you or meFor her,it is a blessing to be able to speakTo be able to express and share our thoughts, in wordsImagine how she would feelWhen she would be able to speakShe would hardly be given a chanceTo voice her opinionsSeeing how she was not being heard,She would forget the differenceBetween her present and pastCan we not make this world a little peaceful?To listen to this lady's voiceTo listen to her songsEager to escape her throat for years?So that another woman does not contributeIn spoiling this world further?If not for ourselvesCan we not improve our surroundingsFor these people?Our thoughts are destroyedOur desires,unfulfilledOur voices,unheardBut why let the same happen with others?Why repel and rebel and make our world worse?For once,let's forget ourselvesJust one timeLet's do something for othersAnd then,We will surprisingly find ourselvesMore at peace than we ever wereFor, the things we doTo make such people happyWill fulfill our desires,though unknowinglyJust once,only onceLet's see from the eyes of the blind manLet's hear from the ears of the deaf boyLet's walk into the world of the li'l girl with crutchesLet's speak with the voice of the mute womanAnd we will find a world more beautifulFilled with your wishes,my thoughts Your concern, my loveThe world, of our desires....
1 comment:
A thought worthy of notice...childish in its innocence...magnificent in its benevolence and powerful in its dream to change. a wonderful piece of work and once again ur hallmark of thinking out of the box shines out
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