My dream

I was born on the ground

In a lower middle-class family of 

Dhenkanal town,

I inherited from heaven

A choice or ambition,

In my life a mission.

I, being poor, have only my dreams;

Under the feet of humanity, I keep my dreams,

To tread softly,

To request gently,

 I am straightforward

To express my deep thought,

 One is a rich man, he can give the world,

 All its treasures,

One is a poor man, he can give dreams,

To create a bond of broken love,

In this world ignoring all bloody acts,

Humanity to triumph,

The devil to down,

I was born with eyes so open

To see the light 

And 

To create an atmosphere,

Where there wouldn't be any torment.

The world is passing me by 

As fast as the speed of light,

I am expressing out of pity,

People play very dirty,

Leaving me feeling thirsty,

Every night I slept,

Feeling hurt, I wept,

Seeing my mission in life,

Is being shattered every day,

I am not capable of doing anything,

To bring peace to humanity.

Now in the chamber of thought;

I am expressing my mind,

For which to this world, I am brought.