This country is not a so called country,
It has more beauty than a lovely poetry.
There is no crisis for food,
The traditional problems will go forgood.
There is no wars and crimes,
No one will beg for alms.
There is no rich or poor,
No one ever bangs others door.
Everyone is treated equally,
Everything is run orderly.
No one hurts other for religion's purposes,
There is no sign of child or women abuses.
No one does shout on others,
There is no place for killers.
There is no one who dose back slashes,
They are always busy for good wishes.
There is no superiority or minority,
Everywhere remains peace and tranquility.
There is one such place which, to some degree, is similar to the country described by the poet. We find it in the latter part of H G Well's famous sci-fi novel 'The Time Machine'. Thanks a lot for this lofty idea.
It's my pleasure. I am pleased for your concern on my poem. Thanks a lot indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wish there would have been a place like this...................a lovely dream.