A Smiling World

The hands, that work in the field, are the most powerful, which yields; The voice, that echoes for the poor, are the most powerful, which the World hear; The sickle, that cut the crops, are the most powerful, when held aloft; The battle between the rich and the poor, still continues my dear; Oh my lord, when will this come to an end, so that the World lives with peace and joy; When will i see, no poor and sufferer, in my World, equality that bring smile and joy; What can i do to stop the pains, which can bring my World all good gains; The day i dream, everyone's pot full of cream, butter and gold, that runs like a river stream; Wiping out poor, wiping out fear, bringing in dear, prosperity and peace, Let you and me live to see a smiling world, May Lord bless, let all see a smiling world! Bhupesh Balakrishnan