We often wonder,


What 'Politics' implies?


Is it what we sense around?


Or is it much more, or less?

Crises gibe,


Vaults ring,


Coins cling,


Eagles aviate soaring heights,


Demented vultures don't crave any more,


And people gloss their huts' bright,


Politics thus fares.

Undue deposits gratify Banks,


Loans amass, common men all frail,


Vehicles pass cursorily,
Illustrative ones drop in regularly and chaffer,


'Formidably decrepit' promises foretell a reign,


All seasons pass, yielding to the next,


Not a devolution among equals anyways,


'DEBILITIES forever remain DEBILITIES',


Unless we initiate, to tend to ourselves.

I know of him,


I know of her,


I know of my neighbour,


I know of his aunt,


But, don't ask me of my home-coz I'll fail,


I know none of me, or of my Mom and Dad,


But I've cognized the trends well, can discern a nation,


Mostly blind, and crudely dumb,


Still shall I pass for an ample path leader,


Uncloaked, beneficial subterfuge.

So what's the true one?


What's true revolution?


I suppose-It's the way how,


We attain a living for ourselves!


It's the way how you live up to-


Your allegiances, and burnish,


Your own homes bright!