
A storm is brewing in this consciousness,
A silent storm of confrontation.
A freedom is due and is to be taken,
Its cost, the little dot in the left forefinger.
When everyone votes for decency, it will be ensured.
But where to identify that?
I just hate this party system,
And this silent trade running for purchases.
I wish a Mahathma to be reborn ,
Or even a King who can rule just,
But perhaps that cannot be.
But there will come a day when things will change,
For change is the norm of every life and its systems.
Jayamala.

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