A contemplative sort of chap;                              
Is struggling for a little nap,
Trapped in a chain of thoughts;
He’s trying to untie all the knots,

In his fancy view;        
He sees world as a whole new,

Where people talks too frank;
And nobody is judgmental;
About fellow’s rank,

Where chauvinism is a dirty word;
And ‘she’ is not restricted to fly;
Like a tamed vivid colored bird,

He is imbued with an idea of living in a better place;
Where country’s wars are at an ant’s pace,
Little kids are not forced to take up arms and guns;
Where deception is next to none,

Now his extended hand;
Wants to scribble on the wall;
Telling the pale people of the society;
To fight and not to fall,

But to the selfish ones, he talks inane;
And to his wonder, he says,
‘Human’ doesn’t comprehend language of humane.