By Hirra Sultan
Fed up with what was around
And cursing system all the time
Pointing out their blunders
And criticising the same.
All that was needed was a change
Someone’s initiative to clean it up
to put everything in place
To make everything desired.
But on the front I shied away
Thinking of my comfort zone
How my interests would be harmed
If I get carried away.
I still desired the change
And make things even better
But I would not be part of it
Else how would I sustain?
As I thought, so had they
And everyone went away
None pursued the desired goal
And destination seemed far away
Everyone held the hopes for change
Maintaining the minimum level of faith
But hope never changes circumstances
Everything remained the same.
(The poet is pursuing her graduation from Sharda University, Noida)
