A World Without Teacher

I dreamed of a world without teacher,

A world without school.

A place to be termed cool.

A flat land where sunrises and sat,

And no one scolds for being late.

Where moon follows everywhere,

And a falling apple is of less care.

Where everyone is equally literated,

And there’s no division based on language created.

But then I realized I dreamed the worst nightmare.

I dreamed a world full of fools,

Crimes with no imposed rules.

No knowledge of how to cook and ate,

Everything repeating, like the same date.

“No God exists”, everyone would dare,

‘Cause you can’t see Him anywhere.

Where you wouldn’t have read it,

‘Cause poetry was not something for which I was fated.