A dream was dressing itself
When Obama happened to pass by,
He found the reason behind her delicacy
And felt her emotions for realization.
She was so eager to be real and true
She was preparing her arrival in reality,
How very urgent was her need of attention
A desire to be in President’s heart.
Obama smiled with joy and stood to see more
She was feeling certain emotions,
While she moved round selecting good robe
She was deciding the attire
That which would gain the attention of heart
How much she was dying to be known and heard,
President Obama felt her true love
And thought of what more will enfold.
The dream was silent but singing
As if there was a polite hymn in her magic,
She seemed to be in love with mankind
But hurt by destiny of reality.
She was trying to win the heart of Obama
When Obama was feeling her too,
“I am a dream” said she
Breaking the silence of room.
“I have a desire to spend eternity
As reality on earth’s every bloom,
I have innocence in me and childhood rhymes
I have delicacy of thoughts and attitudes of right.
I can make the world heaven
I can affect hearts and change them,
I am eager to rest
On the delicacy of your eyes.
Your heart may feel my love
My belonging may fill your day,
I have loved you for your obedience
To Him who is Divine of all.”
“Hold my hands”, she said
“And teach me how to walk in the real world
I too wish to be the part of reality
I am all dressed and ready for bloom”.
Obama felt some pain in heart
And a joyous tear rolled down his eyes,
As if the dream had succeeded a place in his life.
“How can I help you to be real?
You are the most delicate of all women
Most gracious of all humans,
You are elegant and rich in mercy
Why are you only a dream and not real.
Who stopped you from stepping in the world?
And feeling the joy of being real,
Tell me you delicate dream
What can I do to make you real?
For I now love you
For your obedience to God of all
You are so rich in mercy
Your innocence has touched my heart.
Tell me and it shall be done
What facility you need,
Your presence as real in America
Will be most precious of all things.
Do you need good airplanes?
To travel the distance to real.
Do you need satellites?
To help you from within.
What amount of science and progress?
Can help make you real,
What monetary benefit
Can make a secure home for you.
What you want from me young lady
Ask and it shall be given,
I am surprised that the most precious of all dreams
Is unaddressed since long in our earthly roof”.
The dream smiled with joy and pride
She said, “You cannot bring me to real world
By all the ways you have said and revealed,
Nor can scientific progress do this work.
I was a part of this world since long
But now I am dying out,
The hope of me being real again
Is fading away with each Internet crime.
When the vulgar on Internet speaks aloud
The eyes that dream for me are set to cry,
Several who adorned me first
Ended up at material sex chats.
And many never realize what they have lost
And what they are loosing,
Their marriages are breaking
Are brittle all affairs that appear in bloom.
My heart pains when sees the death of innocence
For after the end of good sexual conduct
Who will see in me the charm?
And feel my heart and emotions worth.
Soon it will be too late
No one will dream innocence,
No one will engage in talks of right conduct
And children too will refuse ethics in life’s play.
Every human will be mad for wrong sexual conduct
No hope will breathe for me
I am the most important part of world
But I am unfelt, unheard and disbelieved.
You can design satellites and airplanes
You can have money that the world will envy,
But without me called ‘Ethics’
There is a definite doom to all.
You can secure all wealth
And teach science and high intellect,
You can rise in material forms
But without me there will be great unrest.
I daily dress up to express myself
I dream that I will be real,
But know my heart you powerful man
I am the most neglected one.
It is my partial presence
That keeps this world alive,
In my complete absence
There will be unrest with sorrow in life.
No eyes will have joyous tears
No heart will feel others pain
For self and by self the world will live
For even God will then deny helping.
Don’t you still realize?
The morals are the grounds of rise,
And spread of vulgar through Internet
Will end me and I will never be real”.
Saying this Ethics cried
In the midst of all facilities of Whitehouse,
Ethics cried in the free America
For she could see no hope for survival.
With all the progress of medical science
There was no security of her life,
The best being of the world
Was in unheard, unseen tears.
Obama said “Ethics if you shall die
Then how long will humans live?
No God will extend His support
A doom will be destined even in bloom.
I understand you are tortured
You are painfully driven to death,
The Internet and media
Are designing each day your death bed.
I thought it was alone Taliban
But I see Saturn in my roof,
I will do all that I can do
To put an end to your sufferings.
Believe me, my heart has loved you
Your protection young lady,
Is my life’s most preferred act.
Let me run to end the spread of Saturn,
Through the ugly media and Internet.
For now I Barack Hussein Obama solemnly swear,
Survival of Ethics is my life’s most focused affair
And without Ethics there is no hope for life.”
This is the story of affair of Obama and Ethics.
I hope you won’t tell to his wife!
Long live Barack Hussein Obama !
And long live his affair with Ethics!