"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride"they say. It's true, they aren't, that's why beggars walk and sometimes barefoot.
But that shouldn't say we aren't to have wishes, they are at least fragments of our imagination and mostly the very first step to having the unimaginable... "As a man thinks in his heart, so is he" my favourite book says.
As each day is put to bed
And as each night is declared dead.
As every sun rises
With no candid sign of crisis.
A Wish willingly wades around my mature mind, sound and resouding.
A wish that seems unsrealistic
Like sailing a ship on a creek.
I wish the world is devoid of evil
Like a bag of beans starved of weevils
I Wish this world of craziness
Is bereft of bitterness.
I wish this world so wild
Could be candidly tender and mild.
I wish smile could live on my face and deprive me of sorrows for days.
But my Wish is the sun at noon
It loses its life at the sight of the moon
I Wish a heavy rain could wash off the pandemic
And give the world a brilliant cleansing than the academics.
But I'm sure time gets tired of its torture and pain mostly rupture
So, my wishes stand some hopes in the future.
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