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                                        If Fantasy Were Reality

                            Human mind is like a wild cheeky horse,
                           Untrained, it pursues its own wilful course
                                   Of IMAGINATION that lively brains
                               Can freely wish and afford to sustain
                                In a DREAM world of reckless REVERIE
                                  Amidst the glow of frantic fantasy.

                                    Flying on silvery wings of fancy
                               I dream being the king of my country
                           With beauties of my choice serving on me,
                             Attending to my WHIMSY wants like flees,
                               Basking in the sun in midst of the sea,
                               Inhaling freshness of the air, carefree.

                           Alas, when the dream comes to abrupt halt
                                 I feel being struck by a thunderbolt
                                       Viewing it as VISUALISATION
                                     Bordering on a HALLUCINATION
                         With the sour sense of dropping from the moon
                                   To face the realm of reality soon.

                                         If fantasy were a reality
                               There would exist no shrines of poverty
                          No climes where wicked woeful wars are waged
                                   No theatre where violence is staged,
                             But a land where blooms the flower of peace
                             Where in every soul sprouts the seed of bliss.

                                  If fantasy could endow us with grace
                              Evert poor man`s house would be a palace,
                           Man could dwell on earth many thousand years
                                  Without shedding a drop of pearly tear,
                                          Without an iota of divine fear,
                                   Decreeing earth as his very own sphere.
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