Supriya Prathapan (New Delhi)
Delhi is an overpopulated state,
Every individual’s needs & whims, its deficient resources, cannot satiate.
Yet, in the past few years Dehiites have witnessed such rapid changes,
That previously materialized, in ages.
The roads are broader,
The routes are shorter,
And every Delhiite must confess
That the Delhi Metro has been, a grand success.
Our country is big and our problems are bigger,
Besides, it has a history of having politicians, who almost always, swagger.
However, Delhi's Chief Minister, is a class apart,
We at least know, that she is trying her best, to do her part.
Ms.Shiela Dikshit is the Chief Minister of Delhi,
And, she has, I think, done more for the state than any other Indian lady.
She is the very embodiment of Patience, Perseverance & Propriety,
And is the epitome of the new & progressive Indian polity.
She holds a Master of Arts Degree,
And was schooled at the Convent of Jesus and Mary.
From 1984 till 1989, she represented the Kannauj Parliamentary Constituency
And also served in Lok Sabha’s Estimates Committee.
She represented India at the United Nations Commission, on Status of Women.
And led her party to victory in the 1998, Assembly Election.
Let us not forget that we are a comparatively new democracy,
We only got our independence in the previous century.
India has indeed, come a long way,
And has the potential to take the world in its sway.
However, we need to be calm and patient,
Till our country becomes entirely self sufficient.
[Who works for the Indian government? How many of us, actually meet deadlines? Who litters and dirties public places? How many of us are entirely honest and don’t think that a little bit of corruption is rather convenient (Be honest!) ? What are we, as individuals, doing for our country?
And finally, what makes a nation? Most people, barring a few idealists, after finding answers to these questions, should ideally stop blaming the Delhi government for the so called “Commonwealth Debacle”.]
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