Neither poor nor rich will walk,
But all men equal, in share & life.
Where wrongs made right be the motto.
For thousand years those men who sully,
The soil-soul, all gods called earth.
Such a place I dreamt & desire.

Where Ideas & dreams take flight.
Where passion is professional delight.
That place lie layers within me,
Beyond a lusture of –material, class & sin.
Such en-route, gods told via-wisdom.
Such a place I dreamt & desire.

Enigma of this dried ink, will call a jury.
Of people in power of good will bear,
the vociferity of a soul’s struggle to share.
Break false deity, destroy with fury.
Of soil-soul with no sully, god’s earth.
Such a place I dreamt & desire.

by: vishu mishra
27-06-2013

such a place i dreamt & desire

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