The Echo of Utopia

By N.V.Krishna

A whisper born from ancient thought,

Of lands where sorrow is forgot.

An island dream, in seas of time,

Where every soul finds peace, sublime.

No chains of want, no bitter strife,

But shared abundance, full of life.

Where justice blooms, a gentle vine,

And freedom's song, truly divine.

Each heart in harmony, aligned,

A haven for the searching mind.

No shadows fall, no fears reside,

Only the sun, an endless tide.

A fragile hope, a burning star,

Though distant, never truly far.

For in its gleam, our spirits soar,

And yearn for something evermore.

It calls to us, this whispered plea,

To build a world, wild and free.

Not just a myth, a fanciful art,

But seeds of change, within each heart.

For every step, however small,

Can break the barriers, stand up tall.

And every hand, extended kind,

Can weave the fabric of mankind.

So let the dream, forever bright,

Ignite our purpose, morning light.

To strive, to build, to mend, to grow,

The seeds of Utopia, we will sow.

Though perfect lands may never be,

The quest for them sets spirits free.

A guiding light, a silent plea,

For what humanity can be.

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By N.V.Krishna