By Kirti Santosh
There was a place, that I used to see,
In my dreams, every night, I did see,
A land that had, always,
Joy in all walkways.
A land that had in plenty,
Happiness in bounty.
A land that had lives making merry,
With their kith and kin, never worrying.
A land that had brotherhood,
Across every neighbourhood.
A land, that was synonymous to nature,
With harmony amongst every creature.
A land, that sadly seems
To be just in my dreams.
Kirti, an IT professional turned teacher, took into poetry writing during the lockdown in COVID year. Apart from being a voracious reader, she enjoys music, sports, and drawing. She loves reading and writing in many Indian languages. She is a good orator and loves to recite poems.
I love your fantasy land (dream)–converted into a poem. When I’m manic… I live in that dreamland.
Creative..
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