I Don't Normally Dream Poem by Mohammad Younus

I don't normally dream,
but a weight hangs on my heart,
heavy like the world could end any moment,
yet it persists.

I feel as though the earth might cease its motion,
age bringing overwhelming realization
that everything will perish,
no one escaping this reality.

A day of reckoning looms near,
after total annihilation,
a new world will rise,
perfect and orderly:
Peace, tranquility, love, silence,
a New World Order.

It's like daydreaming,
an unfulfilled utopia,
aspiring beyond reach,
seeking perfection never attained.

Nothing changes until doomsday,
yet I can't stop dreaming
of a world in harmony.

This dream isn't new,
sages, saints, philosophers,
prophets of yore shared
the vision of perfection.

Not material wealth or national gain,
but something greater,
indescribable in its essence,
yet sought after tirelessly:
peace, tranquility, love, silence, joy.

It's a grand aspiration,
unachieved by mankind,
but I'll never tire of dreaming,
for it's no sin to dream,
dream, dream, dream, dream.

MyKoul