Democracy
Ancient times,
Reign of kings and queens,
Lofty visions confined in small circle,
When toung got cut,
And ears filled with melted metal in
Roaring flow of anarchy,
We dreamt a lot—democracy
The most beautiful word
A utopian concept then
Democracy…..
Freedom from fear......from slavery....
From all chains.
Later when mother,
Wore the same crown
Became proud and felt being reigned
Again corrupted leaders....... Ancient kings.
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