
At this spot, I had stood on a new day,
It was but last year, a year that flew bad,
What with news of corruped souls,
What with news of crimes unsolved,
Does that matter to me? Sure as that made the year bad.
I stand again as a speck in a multitude,
watching happenings around me,
Can I do anything about it?
Yes! I can, if only to speak here.
I do have a voice unstilled though my soul is dead.
Doctor? Can you help me please?
Jayamala.
