gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

In Democracy People Are Supreme


In democracy people are supreme
People elected their representatives
And sent to parliament to make laws
On behalf of them.

To make democracy a success
Endemic protest is necessary
To make the representatives in order
They should cautioned.

People are the soul of parliament
Parliament can change but not people
People are the root parliament is foot.

Come to the people O parliamentarian
O representatives of people
People are your master
You are there in different posts to
Serve the people and to do all welfare works.

Democratic institutions are for the people
Without people the state is a big zero
In democracy people are supreme
Do not handle the people in whim.

Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2012
Edited: Friday, August 17, 2012

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  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (8/17/2012 4:52:00 AM)

    There are so many messages in this poem. We practice democracy for the past six decades, others also practice the same for hundreds of years. the difference is food. We have skeletal human and they have obese human! (Report) Reply

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