Fantasy Land

No more mosquito sucks or dog bites Fear of the approaching leopard that tears the flesh Or any threat of a dense forest or cathedral Want to remain undisturbed, silent In the fantasy land Remain untouched by a rose or thorn Immune from ecstasy or mourn Don't wish any warnings, restrictions, bondage- No anger, nor rage Drank water was glared Loved art but was censured In hunger was bit, scratched, whipped Extracted all labor, pittance Tried to emulate, envying always Looked forward Making to look down dustbin disdainfully And left to die as fern leaves.