Changing the prosaic demeanour

I belong to the world; this world, my world, our world

I am an American, a European,

An African, an Asian, an Australian

All at the same time

I am an Afghan, a German
A Pakistani, a Brit, an Indian
A Mexican, a Canadian, a Russian
A Japanese, an Algerian, a Chinese
All at once, all at ease. 

I belong to the world; this world, my world, our world

Ever since I was born, I had been fighting with reflection

The sister or brother

Camouflaged as the other

Till date, I have created weapons to destroy, kill

I have never even thought

That it’s possible to survive without weapons

This need, I did never feel...

Never have I even considered this!

And I call myself intelligent? A scientist? A leader?

My priority has been to war? For the sake of peace!

We’d shift our need.

This is the real change.

I belong to the world; this world, my world, our world

Leaders and scientists would fossilize weapons

Store them in museums

We’d all skilfully kill insecurity

The stranger, real foreigner, the intruder, our real enemy.

It will be uprooted from our minds, from this heaven.

This is the real change.

I belong to the world; this world, my world, our world

Greece! O Greece! What marvellous philosophers you gifted

To this world... it is a shame that you are struggling now

With hedge funds... wait...you will get back your grace

Economists will show us how

It is a shame that Beijing and Delhi cannot breathe

Wait... scientists will purify your air and water

Will show us how you’d succeed

No more focussing on other planets

All intelligences will converge towards this tent.

This is the real change.

I belong to the world; this world, my world, our world

Africa! O Africa!

Scientists will invent mud technology to understand

The pattern of your earth

Make every inch of your fifty-eight countries reap wealth

They’d give you a hand

Instead of loans,

Loads of affection, support and effort will pour...

You will be as rich as Australia...

And for this, other continents won’t be insecure

The need to grab will cease, the urge to empower will emerge.

This is the real change.

Like this, all our self-created problems

To win over others will dissolve

We will win this ‘other’ and consume all of it in us...

Different, yet as brothers and sisters

It will prevail in this world, my world, our world

Instead of weapons, we’d flaunt wealth

Celebrate camaraderie and happiness

This is the real change.

I belong to the world; this world, my world, our world

I am an American, a European,

An African, an Asian, an Australian

All at the same time

I am an Afghan, a German

A Pakistani, a Brit, an Indian

A Mexican, a Canadian, a Russian

A Japanese, an Algerian, a Chinese

All at once, all at ease. 



Dedicated to the peoples of all the 233 beautiful countries of the world.