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I am Thinking

Devesh imagines a beautiful world and wishes it is true, in the verse, for Different Truths. 

I’m thinking

So I’m a thinker

I ‘m writing

So I’m a writer

And my imagination reaches far…

Beyond the sun…

I ‘m crafting

So I’m craft’s man

But

Not able to rebuild this world

A world of unique

Where

Peace and love

Humanity with bond of relationship

May exist

A world of beauty

Where

Hatred and terror

May not enter

A world like the Heaven

May exist

Where

All cooperate lovingly

With the feeling of

Brotherhood, Sisterhood

And Motherhood

A world where all may eat together

A unique world

In my imagination

Exists…

And I become happy 

How sweet it will be

If that’s the reality?

©Devesh Chandra Mishra

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Devesh Chandra Mishra
A Maths graduate from Chandigarh, Devesh Chandra Mishra is proficient in Hindi, English, Urdu, and Malayalam. His published books are Anthologies Feelings International volume 1&2 (published from the USA), Flowing Poetry (English), Aasman chhoone chala hoon, Meri Preet, Shabaman ke phool, Shairon ki mahaphil, Indra dhanush, indra karmuk (Hindi). Poems published in national and International journals and ezines. He is fond of reading, writing, painting, travelling, cooking,and making good friends.

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