A Letter To My Dear
The village is changing
White teeth below black beard
-Coming into light slowly
No waste of money
Safe journey
What a peaceful environment!
-The election has come, dear!
All are brothers and sisters for them
I and my son both are brothers to him
At least for now
Give hope for complete safety
Reduced food price
Free transport systems
They have changed stance
-The election has come!
No thief
Silent streets
Comfortable decibel for ears
War forget to fight
It becomes public that you will come
Rumour says you will win
The large crowd loves you
The election often demands blood
I know you will surely embrace us
Stop this blood game forever
Change the election into a festival
Copyright © Litan Dey | Year Posted 2013
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