A.world for me

Build me a world will you?
Or shall I build one myself?

A world without four walls or closed doors.
A world where you can open the window and set your soul free.
A world of flowers,  and yes the ones that are still blooming
shooting off the land to embrace the sun.
A world where,
even on a new moon day
the night sky is graced with glittery sight.
A world where,
unspoken thoughts do not need confirmation
and hope blooms like the sunflower,
never tired of the the running sun
and always ready to embrace the next day.

Build me a world will you?
Or should I build it myself?
A world where
"Fuck you bitches" and "son of a cunt" are distant
And "I love you" and "you are the best" is the new norm
echoing from all the nooks and corners.
A world where
embracing should not be raging fire
and affection would not give you blisters.
A world where
smile lights up the area
and even the specs of dust floating in the air dances with you.
A world where
words are itched,  not in papers, but in heart
and songs chime with the breeze.

Build me a world will you?
Or should I build it myself?
A world where
autumn comes
but not with naked trees but with the hope of resurrection.
Winter comes
not with chill but with snowy beauty instilled.
Summer comes
not with blazing heat
but with apple pies and pulpy mango treats.
And monsoon comes
not with stinking puddles
but with soothing drills that melts you to its beauty with a breath of fresh air.

Build me such a world will you?
But wait thinking it through ,
I should build it myself
©srijaprasita