Corruption and power have seemed to become two sides of the same coin. We, the common people, get the chance to feel like a super powerful person, once in five years. We feel proud for getting inked. However, later what we have to see is perhaps the delusion of democracy. A poem dedicated to the delusion of democracy. This poem is on a self-thought prompt 'delusion.'
Today's poem is a dedication to my love for Lord Krishna as an ideal leader. This poem is based on inclusion of six words highlighted in bold. Lord
Krishna is mainly portrayed as a mischievous guy who was loved by women. However, I love
Lord Krishna as a leader. When I
started reading about Him in Mahabharata, I found that so many lies and misconceptions are spread about Him. Even Krishna devotees sometimes mock Him unknowingly. Lord Krishna was a great warrior and a great leader. Also, one more reason, this poem is so different is that women, generally, are not believed
to have their imagination or desire of love at such a high level, which can be related to the power of leadership that can bring peace in the world. Women are thought (by many) as some beautiful accessories for men. Can we imagine a love-story that begin with a strategic discussion for world-peace? Can we imagine a love-story where love begins with a dream (and the power to make it reality) for the humanity?