A Vision of the World Reborn

 No more did the sky wear smoke as crown,

No more did innocence kneel down.

The rivers laughed with crystal grace,

And trees danced freely in their place.

The soil forgot the taste of blood,

And flowers bloomed where war once stood.

The air was soft with lullabies,

No screams, no fire, no goodbye.

The children walked without a fear,

Their dreams no longer caged or seared.

The oceans whispered not of graves,

But sang of love in silver waves.

Hands once clenched in pain or fight,

Now built homes from shared delight.

Language, color, name, or race—

Were washed in truth and warm embrace.

Temples rose without a wall,

Where all could pray, or none at all.

Not in stone or sacred script—

But in every life, every breath they’d lift.

She walked again, not as a myth,

But felt in every heart she kissed.

The Good God’s light no longer chained,

Her voice in every drop of rain.

And all who saw this world restored,

Felt not the need to conquer more.

For what is power, if not to heal?

And what is truth, if not to feel?

So now this world, once torn and worn,

Breathes free—rebuilt, reborn.

Not perfect, no—but brave and true,

Alive in her eternal hue.

- Written by Gulsha Begum