MY IMPECCABLE WORLD

                               I’m living in a mad world. I’m living in a world where women are being rapped; Kids are being battered and slaved. I’m living in a world built by hatred; Love is an illusion in this haunted society; People are driven by vengeance and enmity; to Punish is better than to forgive in this world; Darkness overpowers sun shine and evil overpowers virtue; People are governed by capitalistic vampires and socialistic saints are downtrodden. I’m living in a world where farm lands are replaced by luxurious homes; O ye my dear farmer! I’m a meagre spectator and I feel for my inability. Poor are being suppressed; O ye brother! I’m shattered and I feel for my inactivity. My people are half dead due to the ill activities of riches. My brothers are suffering by malnutrition. My ill mothers are unable to breast feed their babies. My fathers are unable to feed our families. My people are suffering because of famine. Valluvan said 2000 years back, the only gift is giving to the poor, all else is exchange. This rich world doesn’t know the art of giving. God! Selfish people they are! My people are eaten alive; they are all walking dead. If you are omnipotent, if you are omnipresent heal their pain. Relieve them from their agony. If not, give me the power and strength to create my own world, an impeccable world! A world of love; a world of purity; a world of humanity; a world of divinity; a world governed by egalitarian doctrines. God! Please give me strength and power or teleport us to such a world. When you can create a world for riches, why can’t you create one for suppressed people at the extreme end of this society? When you can create a world of hate, why can’t you create a world for love? When you can create a world of monsters, why can’t you create a world for victims?