Coloured Wall

Since last week in my vision I see a wall Sometimes red in colour sometimes in blue And taller than the men and women gathered Near its base and try to oversee something eagerly; Taller men and women are on their toes And shorter put their eyes on the holes Green grasses and here and there some bushes At first look this part of the world appear But for them close look holds something else; They would never mind if they see playing squirrels Or the trumpeting elephants or a roaring lions At least grazing horses or the fanfare of monkeys But they clearly see where they have to reach The points they have to touch, the goals they have to achieve; Meaning of life though appears bright but it remains flat Courage is on the run and on the golden wings of rays Hope is taking a nap like a little baby along with confidence; So far so nice as everything could be brought back right But what could be done to the resistance Blowing, flowing in the stream of the waterless river? The music of weakness that is heard In different tones and tunes without harmonium And the naked and ugly dance of obstacles that is seen Where is the button to stop or where is the curtain to raise? If there is a will there is a way you may heard this Now they recall these sayings in faith in the wind.