Started building the castle
the castle of a midnight dreamer
where there are smiles
no more worrying lines,
no begging-hands,
only helping-hands.
Where people sing the same melancholy
melancholy of holy love
flowing like a river among the barren hearts
whose water will wash off the wounds,
wounds of a shattered heart
to give a fresh start.
Where there is parity,
no more ambiguity,
no more violent-hands
but only caring-hearts.
Where there are no warships
only harmony-ship for nations
no nuclear arsenal
but only life-giving serein.
Where people are not divided
but only united.
Where people don't fight for religion
but for humanitarian causes
where they worship the same God,
the God of humanity.
no more "ethnic-cleansing"
but nation's "corrupt-cleansing".
its not a dream
just the castle of a midnight dreamer
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Heart of a poetess
Poetry"words speak more, expresses the feelings you don't show" sometimes you can't tell others what you feel but your heart knows exactly what it is feeling so you just pick up a pen and start writing and the heart starts speaking for itself. This is a s...
