Utopian

In a far corner by the side of a small village

They make their dream home

Determined, and way out

Of their comfort zone

The surroundings natural

But every conceivable technological facility

They bring to their new home

A few hundred people

Who give their all

To create a living paradise

On a small plot

And carry thousands of poor locals along

How commendable and noble their job

But  this paradise comes at enormous cost

They have the means and a big heart

It gives them happiness, no doubt

But reality remains far and cut off

However, there are some brave hearts

Who remain where they are

And face the reality bang on

The world is as we make it

Not an island, but the whole of it

Some make it a boxing ring

And some a stage to play

Yet others make it their home

Because they are of the world

And the world one family as a whole

Running away from reality

May give temporary peace

But hats off   to those

Who live in filth, yet float clean

If an Island one makes

An  island it remains

It has its charm awhile

Which in time fades away

If you sanitize a piece of land

It remains cut off from the mainland

If heaven itself descends on that piece

What is that to the world, which remains as it is

We need people who remain grounded

All over the face of the earth

And at each nook and corner

To nurture nature and its various life forms

And to make a difference to one and all

If we are men indeed

We all are of one creed

And the world is our home

Every  bit of it

Earth is our shield

And sky our dream

We shall rise together

And make a new world of our dreams!