not on this earth...

a forestry land with that green grass...
small shrubs and those beautiful herbs...
a soothing fragrance,as of a rainy soil...
a mild surrounding with that hissing wind...
that shimmering and foggy morning...
beautiful plants with those mushy flowers...
The sun and its mild scorch...

and not this earth,just a tiny piece of land...
just a few from each age...
the ice-age,the stone age and the present age...
the herbivores,the omnivores,the carnivores...
all on this small piece of land...
having their share...
each age with a solitary existence...
though for a time...

they live and love...
without those conflicts and without those quarrels...
without that greed and without that seed,
one from which that plant grew...

here its not the families,but a family...
those pieces of paper dont exist...
no buying and no selling,
instead its just the sharing...
everyone free to wander...
with its likes and dislikes...
free to talk and intervene...

a day when they mingle...
share and care...
embrace and praise...
and when they love...
no grudges and no one selfish...
just that sympathy and empathy,
is what they have...

here...
everyone is jubilant...
busy with what they hv...
infants with their innocuous giggle,
children with their scurrying...
and she with her enigmatic smile...
no blood shed and no massacre,
its just the bright light...
seems as if dark is moaning...
and everyone is clapping...
not on that earth,
but on this tiny piece of land...