Having killed the giant after fighting hard, Hari came back victorious,
and slept sweet and sound sleep, but to his dismay, the next morn he saw, alas!
the giant grinning cunningly occupying the throne!
Election is like a given chance for us to write our own destiny for a certain period...we may lose we may win but there always hopes exist in this chosen destiny...because life is always a choice that live in other choice_Soul
Giants are usually rather stupid and mindless creatures, so Hari has no nothing to fear.
short but with a strong message! ! ! great! ! ! loved reading it! ! ! ! ! !
A dream within a dream, nightmarish, subconscious, perhaps depressive and gives away your anger, one I can certainly relate to.
I m less interested in politics but i can not deny 'politics is the roof of science'. throughout the world scenario there are a few leaders with vision. mostly attracted due to chair and they are successful in their ambition.this poem also define the same value.
Let's take it as a first step towards a change. Let's make it an opportunity to remove the bad from the roots.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the crux of wit of election, the crux of fun of election is that candidate thinks that he kills his/her oppo. but alas, he is in the thrown...lovely...new style..