Let me tell you
I still dream, not to
change the world, but
to change myself.
Let me tell you
I still dream, to get scared,
to cry, laugh and roam
the globe.
I dream to feel green grass
sprouting again before my eyes,
in lands turned brown
in perpetual agony.
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© Aneek Chatterjee
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