It is the question of permanence
that keeps coming to my mind.
How many of us realize this truth?
one two, three go my fingers.
I hear about a man named Anand
who clings to his position.
not achieved by any skill
got through by wealth.
For decades he holds the post
tries to pass it on to his son,
It is an honorary one, conferred
by governance, a recognition
of his family’s contribution to society.
the architect being his father.
Fortunate to be born in such a family
he becomes great, greatness being thrusted .
A general displeasure prevails,. A silent
revolution is going on,
Anand would be thrown out
if he does not resign.
Resign he will not.
He is inebriated. with ego.
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