Utopia

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    Utopia

    Bare-foot I traverse through the woods
    With breath, the air I breathe
    Flowers fragrant, I smell with blithe
    Suddenly, air vitiates, I gasp, I choke...

    Behold thy verdant pastures!
    Picture of solace and bliss
    Sans a twink, image contorts
    Transforms into chaos and tumult unbearable

    Bereft of light, ambiguous sight...
    Baffled and timorous, haphazardly I run
    Little do I know, I will get envenomed
    by twice a beast; I cry out for help

    In the middle of maze, who can give help?
    Gradually, I faint, become half conscious
    Then I see, I see haven -
    Green grass and crystal waters
    As I painfully crawl, I crawl towards it
    But it moves farther, elusive...hopeless...
    I lie facing the sky, gently I close,
    I close my eyes, I....

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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