There is a strange euphoria in utopia;
a perfect world we hope for, a dream that we own.
But reality is flawed, we have to accept it
like a mother accepts her son’s mischief .
unfair, unjust , unequal, rich and poor.
There is wealth without health,
friends but no family, good, bad and ugly.
The world is a misguided traveler.
He will realize his mistakes when the sun sets
and home will still be miles away.
He will return; turn back to utopia.
About National Poetry Writing Month : #NaPoWriMo is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to write a poem each day for one month. This year in 2019 I will attempt to complete this challenge of 30 poems in the month of April. Please keep reading and supporting. Wish me luck !