the land of dream

The Land of dream

 

 Early Tuesday morning when the night

Glides into a new beginning somewhat reluctantly

And no police sirens have been cutting the night

Till before and after sleep.

I will like to go to India. the vivaciousness of

The humanity intrigues me, the struggle to makes a living

Warms my heart, the poverty is holy

The cattle in the streets holier than the statue

Of the man who gave his life for freedom which so easily

Can be lost again when one religion is preferred

From another, they make one set of people arrogant

The other set hateful.

I will be in India tomorrow.

  

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