Living in a Fantasy

By Kriti Hooja

Remember the days we spent in Paradise,

When we didn’t need no lectures just to open up our eyes.

Roses and tulips and merry green trees,

I thought we were living in a million fantasies.

 

Remember those days we wished to trot the world,

When we didn’t need to think once, we had a talking bird!

We knew we’d someday go map the seven seas,

I thought we were still living in a million fantasies.

 

Remember those days when we roamed on the morning grass,

It was a fantasy, we looked at, through the looking glass.

There was music, there was happiness, and then there were dreams,

Yet I thought we were living in a million fantasies.

 

But now the world has change,

Things are different and strange.

Now we have to think more than thrice,

Maybe now not everything is so nice.

Those days were more perfect for you and me,

I wonder if we’re still living in a fantasy…

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