When I was in my mother`s lap,
I sketched a beautiful map
of a world of beautiful dreams,
without violence & painful screams,
where earth was a beautiful place
without pollution & with healthy space.
But, when I left the lap,
I found an ugly gap,
between the truth and the dream,
my ears pierced with dreaded scream.
Cruelty emerged with all its might.
truth was wrong and false was right.
Enmity prevailed as love had gone,
and I was feeling very alone,
like a lunatic in a land,
searching water in the sand.

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