Voice

In the pandemonium of election, one voice is subdued but steady.

The voice of the citizen.

 The citizen who quietly promises, for everyday of life, not just for 5 years.

The promise solemn and straight...

I will not leave you India

Come on give me more bad roads, give me erratic power supply.

I will not leave you India.

Convert me into a criminal when I go to get a simple passport or a driving license made as a duty of any law abiding citizen.

I will not leave you India but will keep voting for a better you.

Push me to the side of the road to let some of your preferred red light people pass.

I will not leave you India.

Loot from my natural resources

I still love the Bhramaputra, I will still pray to the Ganga, be in awe of awesome Himalayas...

Mix poison in innocent government school children’s food.

I will cry for you, but not leave you.

Throw filth on my roads

But my love for my land will remain pure.

I will not leave you, but can I change you?

Can I...can you? Can we?

A mad Indian citizen called Neha Srivastava is seriously asking that question