
Land Which I dream Of
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I
know of America
Only
as to what I see of it
On
TV,
Or
on Facebook!
For
me,
It
remains the dream land
Where
poets are revered
And
their art given due deference!
It
is also the land
Where
rights speak out loud
As
proudly as
Would
peacocks brandish their feathers
Wanting
the rest of the world
To
see for themselves
How
perfect they are
Even
amidst their own imperfections!
America
is the place
Where
cultures have mixed
To
create a new human,
One
who has, in him,
A
beautiful canvas
Painted
with all the colours
Available
in this world!
But
then,
This
same human
Or,
The
same peacock
Cannot
forget
That
regardless of the cultural richness
That
inhabits him
He
has, running in his veins,
The
same blood
Running
in those of the pigeons,
Or
even those of the chickens!
Pray,
This
land,
Someday,
I
just know,
I’ll
step on its soils
And
then,
It
shall uncoil its magic upon me
And I shall use it
To paint my own little island
With its essence!
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