SDG's Fantasy

I’m mounting a stairway

Don’t know it goes which way

Don’t know where’s the roof

Don’t know if it’s all a spoof.

Whenever I reach a new floor
There opens a door
One peeps out and looks down
I suppose he counts
The number of floors
I’ve climbed
Why does he gaze like that?
He misses them?
Wants to go to them?
Wants to chat or what?
Ahem!
I look up
Count the rest
I wanna go up
But have to rest
While he peeps.
Can’t he leave me alone?
Looks like my own clone.

When will I know he’s not a spoof?

When will I reach the roofless roof ?

When will I stand at it’s brink?

When will I face the final kink?

When will I hug the halcyon wind ?

When will I break the strongest bind ?

When will I juggle the bolts and clouds ?

When will I juggle the seasons?

When will I juggle the droughts and floods?

When will I know the reasons?

When will I clear the dust?

And make the globe clean.

When will I paint the entire globe?

Only with a color that’s green.

When will I halt its spring of fears ?

When will I sponge its tears ?

When will I allow mortality ?
When will I deny gravity ?
When will raindrops’ birth
quench the fire of the hearth?
When will I smack the rainbow sky ?
I will at last , won’t I ?

When will I get a room?

Where there’s untold room.

Room for all but violence.

Where walls are made of fragrance.

When will I be classless ?

When will I be stateless ?

When will I be free?

When will I decide-

How it all must be?

When will I sort the letters as I wish to see?

Suppose I want to write “P” before “B”.

When will I empty the golden cages?
Then fill them up with rotten rages.

When will the world be woven of humanity?
She will at last , won’t she ?

I reach the roof everytime I sleep.

But I’ve to creep

Or else

It might end the s l e e p.

--SDG