Take me to shades of the skies,
Where dreams don't wake to empirical selfish realities,
Where lovers commitment don't seem caky to worship on words,
Where sand storms don't mess with the shelter of poverty homes,
Where blood isn't cheap to not be appreciated with heart heap,
Where boundaries are not thronged by enemies,
Where gaiety and innocence feel the bliss of all seasons,
Where countries are not scary about nations secret and weapons are not more than food for the sunken eyes,
Where grey currency doesn't turn eyes to melts of greed,
Where humanity prevails to morsels of peace,
Where gender bias people dont tarnished the dirty mentality and cause people to revoke in rage,
Where a woman is not looked with lust or doormat to household feed,
But ain't a realm of the world existing as far moves boundaries of eyes,
It's only hoped at the mercy that one fine day grey clouds will move to a better foundation of green pastel gapes.

© Soni Mirchandani