Where neither the dreams end nor the thoughts would dry.

Stretch my wings, when I fly.
Above the clouds, up in the sky.

I perch on the trees, tired when I get.
There I can see, all good things met.

When I fly long, I am on a song.
When I am high and far, I can see through doors ajar.
When the goods run dry, I just simply cry.

Confused, clearing the walls with astute deft.
Should I fly the right, or turn towards the left.

Vows are many they usually share,
Fight for breath, path they dare.
They talk butter and bread for all,
Values they feel stand very tall.

Thoughts of the right, show dreams very bright.
Building castles in air, but appear out of sight.
Waking up in utter dark, seemed a lonely lark.

Today’s children are the future leaders,
Living in big dreams, are tender as soft feathers.
What they really do see,
Is it a matter of glee?

They struggle and they bleed,
In the name of religion, caste and creed.
Vying for space, path of hatred,
Dying of hunger, illusion and greed.
Hindu, muslim, rich and poor,
Can’t they live together, with open door?
Who really makes the ball?
Goons, thugs whatever they call.

What happened to today’s youth?
Be it from north or from the distant south.
Always I find them glued to the telly,
Left with no desire burning in their belly.
Strolling down the mall with a pricey cell,
Life without which seems like a living hell.

Never do they hesitate sending a massive battalion,
No matter if they don’t bring us a single medallion.
Carrying with them bunch full of Hope,
All that they bring us is shame with traces of dope.
Succeeding in making it a national campaign,
Forgetting it soon which is but an absolute disdain.
Little do they realize,
The need of the hour.
Neglecting vital issues,
Sitting in ivory tower.

Cricket is like a national religion,
Pushing all else to solitary oblivion.
Every time the little master fails,
The entire nation sobs and wails.

Let there be one man with imagination,
Rather a whole bunch lying under illusion.
Often appearing on the telli in Gandhian attire,
Speaking on issues which becomes a satire.
Do they have the knowledge or the right desire?
Promises they never fulfill, neither do they care.
Let there one man with visions to share,
New beliefs and dreams that he deems to dare.
Let it be this man who values it to be an Indian,
Uniting us all within the cord of national union.

That time is not very far away,
When I simply wake up a day.
Finding things just as right as they say,
Prejudices of color and tongue all I can allay.
The nation will emerge stronger from this ordeal,
And all will work together with vigor and zeal.

I will again fly so high and high in the sky,
Where neither the dreams end nor the thoughts would dry.


I wrote this few years back.


Author: chowdhurysudip

I am fond of simple things in life. Right from waking up very early and listen to the sounds of silence when everyone is sound asleep, look at the morning dew drops on the green grass leaves like magic pearls from heaven, chirping of the birds and what else ... read my blogs ... Like they say "God's Love. It is so wonderful."

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