I am full of surprise, how time flies
As we strive to make our democracy thrive
But worries made me mild
When our long awaiting change gave me the shock of my
life
As an anthill becomes a mountain so high
The fears of my dreams failing in my very eyes
Keeps me pondering if my struggles will end without a
smile
Some many things has made a lot of people cry
The good, bad and the host of others
Mothers covering their breast with their hands
Running halter skater for their children survivor
Wind of turmoil blowing making family sad
Scarcity of our own gradually turning the country into a
theater art,
Promises indeed could be detrimental
To all areas of our lives
If it doesn’t work out as we planned.
We were happy that change is here
But not up to an hour count
Hunger stroke, hunger so severe
Could this be a change?
When there is no fuel while Food items?
Becomes essential commodities in a nutshell
And traveling becoming a big problem
To the poor who are struggling to earn
Something for their family to live well,
The suppose liberator is now making the people live in
hell
The scourge of power failure brings more fear
While Regret filled the air,
Giving a chance that seem senseless
Always go with a
consequence,
When a decision is taken without a proper care;
Some claim there is always pain before gain
If we die then who will enjoy the gain?
I know we might have realized our mistake
To always ask questions for clarity before taking any
step,
I guess that is still not a ground for a proper change
Because flight is not where our problems lay
Why then do our leaders make it a place to stay?
From minutes to hours, hours to days
That is how they travel from place to place
People’s dreams is shattered in just a glance
This is our ordeal of change
Just like one in the desert wetted by the rain
Every hour to him seem years
Wishing to be saved not from the rain
But from the journey that seem not to end,
Maintaining a pace
Is never our stress or pain
But working and see things go the wrong way
Is never our fate
If you have just one wife you will think she is not fair
Not until another come to stay
Respecting what you have is not fear
But to show that you know your place
Positive or negative, a change is always
A change,
The deed has been done; all we need now is a fence
To block the bad from breaking our defense,
If we want all things to come back to their real thread
Then we should forget about our real self
And build the nation as a guest
Who believes that making things work is a quest?
Forgetting the wreck
But bringing in wealth of ideas
To make things better than the best
So that we can forget our stress as we enjoy,
Change could be bad, good, better and of the best
It is our choice that brings out the strength of true change.