Anna...as seen by a twelve year old
I am twelve
I do not know what the 'hullaboo'is about
'corruption' is a word alien to me
yet I know it will spew thorns in my way
but..I feel it in my bones
Anna is right!
I see honesty shining in his eyes
uprightness in his thoughts
hard is the road chosen
but steel is his will
bouyed by thundering voice of the masses
Anna has arrived!
and
corruption muzzled
Ratnaprabha r raykar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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