In conversation with RoMa
If poets muse upon the sun as frequent as they gawk at the moon,
She would shine more on us with triumphant splendour, and we would stagger with the weight of light!
If there was a shooting star, every time a blossom opened and a tree sprung up for every child,
Starry nights would be streaky and trees might lose their innocence too, as they grow!
When we don't need rockets to hop between planets and stars,
The universe would forever lose the glamour of mystery!
When energy came from our roofs and not deep underground,
We would still take it for granted, as we always have!
If science isn't a paradox anymore and religions open doors to brotherhood,
Inventions would be limited by beliefs and congregations would be no longer relevant.
When we no longer have to give reason for a 'no', to end a conversation, a call or cancel a plan,
We would lose the joy of doing things 'Just' for the person!
When personal space is respected as much as social distancing during a pandemic,
Will we have anyone to force our pains out, for our own good?
When robots are just our assistants and not personal trackers,
There won't be answers to questions we didn't know we had.
When breeze flows every time a sweat drops or tears flow,
We would be engulfed in hurricanes of hope, too much to bear.
When colours no longer mean anything but stay as mere reflections,
Would we still perceive beauty as much through the same eyes?
When prayers were not demands and Thanks and Sorry really meant,
The Conversations with God would be really mundane and reading between the lines would be tiresomely futile.
When sapiens stop feeding the earth, all that she can't consume,
We might actually be giving her the chance to even out the score.
When survival wasn't the concern, but living life to the fullest was,
Then being alive would be weird, without the push and pull!
When food is grown at the reach of our hands and all we have to do is get some dirt on our knees,
We would, in reality, reap all that we sow! (Thanks RoMa)
When hunger is forgotten and the only poor are the unimaginative,
Actions wouldn't speak any louder than the words.
When judgements are discarded and acceptance becomes universal,
Morals would be history and 'reckless' would be the new law.
When money becomes obsolete and love opens doors,
We would all have a bunch of open doors and empty closets.
And ya, If life had background music,
It would be a horrendous ensemble of sounds!
