sometimes when you
look into Obama's face
you get the vibe that
he will be the President
of the United States
the only drawback -
his own confidence
which did not quite
come across enough
to place that generous heart
of ours in his pocket for the nation
like the sun at noon
which loses its intensity
in the clouds he loses his
grip on our heart and
loses the effect he
seeks
sometimes you look
at Hillary Clinton
and you get the feeling
that she will be the
President of the United States
but but then that feeling is taken over
by that dropp of white which
loses its intensity in black
the calibre of Obama
and you know Obama
will be the President
of the United States
unless of course, God
decides again to sign
his name another way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem