C. JACOB
Let me close my eyes and crawl
Into such land without fall,
Where no souls ev’r
quarrel for
Bread or drink or for shelter.
Where no men ev’r fight
for gold,
Or land or margins so old;
Where rights are dead, wrongs buried.
Let me crawl and reach that world.
Where there is no bone of content,
Where brutish wars don’t sweep out
The innocent, meek and mild,
Let me crawl and reach that world.
Where darkness and light look like,
Day and night mingle alike,
And Seasons all become one,
Let me crawl and reach that one.
Where there are no castes, no creeds
Religions or of their seeds;
Where all are one and one’s all,
Into such land let me crawl.