~ Naval Singh
I have a dream.
A dream of an opportunity land
Where no one is denied of a worthy share of chance to struggle,
For struggle we must and
That too with equal gusto as we should celebrate after everystruggle we
lost.
With that broken nose, that bleeding forehead, that throbbing swollen
eye.
That reeling head, those cramps;
That gut wrenching pain of a knife heated in candle-light touchingarm muscles
to remove abullet.
These mean that the person has pushed limits today,
Gone for the spectacular.
I have a dream.
A dream for that defiant look from eyes of vanquished.
For that guy will be winner tomorrow.
The mighty Thames can never be interrupted,
Not because the concrete has lost its strength
It is because water has realised its potential.
I have a dream.
I dream for happiness and satisfaction,
In the hearts of millions of people who are unfed, uncared
For they do not beg for alms, they beg for opportunities.
I have a dream.
I have a dream for that confetti slowly descending as
A band troupe plays national anthem far away.
That gold medal hanging proud on chest of an equally proud citizen;
Thoseglistening moist eyes of silver-haired parents in crowd
appreciating
Who saw this dream beginning, building, taking wings and now shining
over the horizon.
I have a dream.
A dream for that star providing light to millennia those follow.
Directing ships to safetyand providing support to grief stricken lovers
at night.
The dream that brings life to homes,
Infuses that desire to push through limits.
But, are dreams enough? No says the mind for one must,
Work towards fulfilling a dream,
Though a hundred rocks, river bed and soil;
To consume that water stream do eagerly toil,
But, flow the stream must, as give birth to civilizations it must.
Civilizations that change the face of humanity and earth,
Civilizations that teach the principle of love and forgiveness,
Civilizations:
Of a naked fakir of truth and non-violence,
Of a humble servant of sincerity and effort;
Of a faithful soldier with watchful eyes,
Of a mayfly which lives the morning, but evening dies.
Mustn’t people live for a dream that they dreamt before,
And plan for such dreams tonight more?
For the people who live their lives as this,
Never find anything in this world amiss.
