Thursday, November 23, 2017

DEEP INTO POLITICS

I thought for a moment
I Imagined peace laced with war
I saw the efforts of a recalcitrant looser
The beauty of it, I could never surmised
Together with my mind we fought for ideas
To see the visible tenets of politics

He kept on asking
He searched for the tricks
Oh! My Brother, is of no merit
Can’t you smell it?
The fragrance of deception
Unless you enjoy dicey issues

Shout! Shout! They cheer
They hope their lives in them
Without a pensive moment
They create unthinkable tendencies
They live their business in questionable abeyance
At the latter, they wallow in dilemma
What a decisive moment

We are all to bear
Bad criticism can stir
A game of sad happiness
A choice of I care not, could be suicidal
We strive for the sweet flavor
The bitter chunk is mostly tasted
We cheer them at our own peril and smile

Come to think of it
One of the tenets is liberty
So on we worked, and waited for liberation
It appears with us in limbo
Life is always simple
But society has created a difficult illusion

Who will ascend the throne?
The quest of it so we play
With his crafty disposition
Who will come with ambitions?
Who won’t be ambitious?
We love not a road of perilous adventures
But a nation with great ambiance for generations

Deceive us not in heartlessness
Our trust and hope in your hands
Our nation of promising future and prospects
Support in love we owe to you
Foundation of good prosperity you owe to us

Thee must desist from this
Try not to be a detractor
Out as good is out to all
Give out your noble ideas
The aftermath of decisive moments comes brotherhood

I prefer the word "decilitics" to politics
Pretend not for me to like you
Practice for me to like you
So take away the word campaign
But be free to implore the word convince

A million eyes on me
A thousand fears in me
A billion hopes I have
I need not disappoint
I fought to leave a legacy
Now I will make a nation of celestial beauty

DEEP INTO POLITICS

I thought for a moment I Imagined peace laced with war I saw the efforts of a recalcitrant looser The beauty of it, I cou...