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Utopia

" Imagine a place where there is beauty, bliss and plentifulness for all. It is nothing short of utopia. Though we are far from realizing it, isn't it thrilling to imagine a version of the world different from the existing one where all disparities will be leveled and happiness and freedom are made the birthright of all? Now such a world is enshrouded in mist. But who can say it won't emerge suddenly from the blue in some distant future"- By Poet


Though, utopia is merely an illusion, Or a chimera born in the womb of our whims, I shall take you to a near-utopian land, Where, peace and beauty blossom like the cherry in spring And trees grow like the cedars of Lebanon. Come on, my Love! Let us move to that land, Where the sun resurrects anew, Where darkness gives way to light, And life renews itself every morning. It is our dreamland paradise or interim utopia. Let us go into that Garden of Delight. Look to the East, my love, beyond those crooked hills, Where poplars grow tall in line And a gentle breeze susurrates through the foliage of leaves And wild weeds hem the edges of pathways, Where bunnies and squirrels hop and jump And run around whistling bamboo reeds, Where the laughing cataract leaps down from the rocks And flow along in silvery rills Where the languorous breeze plays upon the leaves. This place has all the beauty and bliss of utopia. Away from the tumult, far from the bustling crowd With the pandemonium of the world hushed to serene silence Let us walk together to that sequestered glade, Where we shall sit by the side of a rustling stream And dance across the flowery meadows. In this place of perennial greenery and sunlit groves We shall walk hands locked and hearts singing as one, Till the bright day gives way to a dusky night, Inhaling night air in scented perfume. Under the stillness of a star-spangled sky, we shall roam, Through moon-blanched woods, enigmatic and mysterious Listening to the sweet whisperings of our soul And ‘drinking life to the lees’ from the chalice of love Oh! Come on, let us not tarry…. Let’s move fast to that Utopia!

Copyright © Valsa George

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