I am twenty-five.
High on hopes and
dreams.
Yet never spared of
My share in pains and rains.
I now wish not for wings,
As I used to in the past.
I now wish,
At least someday in the future
We shall be capable to nurture
Our hard-earned Democracy
And the true spirit it enshrines.
To be able to listen
To be able to reason
To be able to pardon
To be able to condemn -
All this with deserved
precaution
In the interest of the
nation.
Unprejudiced, Never partisan.
To be able to think
To be able to appreciate
To be able to criticise
To be able to exercise
Our own judgment & discretion
Guided by reason & information.
To stay strong despite loud propaganda,
In favour of the nation's welfare agenda.
Because like the old Zen adage
That the master appears only
When the student is ready.
Maybe the promise of democracy
Is awaiting to be fulfilled only
By conscious participation of
“a deserving citizenry”!
anamkal@ gmail.com