Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Change Is But Nature


I am eager for change
Change is but my nature
I want change every moment here.

I want change for secure future
Future of change is changed
I am aware to the change viewer.

I dream towards change
Change is the process
That I deserve.

I want change and I deserved
Change for a new idea
For a new hope for a new vision.

Change is but nature with new image
Let us empower ourselves with change.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 11, 2013

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This poem is written after reading the article 'Towards a new politics' by Anurag Thakur, Lok Sabha MP of India, in TOI dated 10.12.2013

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