UNICORN

UNICORN

When I was too small for algebra and geometry, 
I used to study fantasy. 
I dreamed of a world full of peace and love and compassion. 
I learnt about other such fake creatures. 
Like trust, the unicorn, the phoenix, a true love. 
Then I grew up and here I am, 
in a world full of imaginary people. 
They think one thing and speak the other. 
Feel one thing and act otherwise. 
All brass vessels trying their hardest best to look like gold. 
As if, being of brass is not enough. 
My childhood searched for a unicorn. 
And now I see everyone one horned being so sweet, 
their wings of ego flying in the air.