My Dream Journey

I began a sleep,
When I reached deep.
I peeped to see,
What can we be The dream told me,
We are our own defeat
And our own victory.
We are the one who are held for it.
I took a walk around.
I found a world not round.
No lines called countries.
No groups called armies.
No feeling called enmity,
Only one state entity,
One god many dogs
Rather dark days n bright nights.
A world without property,
Hard it is to do.
No hell no evil,
No good no heaven.
No reason to fight for,
Neither religion,
No hatred,
Neither ownership.
Then I woke.
My journey was over.
Eyes had opened and reality
Had come
Oh how I hated it!

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