I see a manifesto, off and on,
Talking about the things it would reform...
There are issues burning, debated upon every now and then,
Action will be taken, we are assured, but after all when???
Thousands committ suicide, as I die this poem,
Thousands starve I am torn, I solemn....
If politics is a profession, it better had rules,
If mindlessly we crowd and cheer, then probably we are biggest of fools....
Follies not just lie in administration or execution,
They lie in the thinking, where we dream for Indian - western thinking fusion....
Do not consider me rudimentary or narrow minded, for I am not,
But for development, action, willingness , will power are required too, not just changed thought...

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