Posts Tagged ‘elections’
Power to the People!
Posted by: lilliandcosta on: April 16, 2009
Power to the People!
From today and for the next 5 weeks the electorate of the worlds largest democracy will be casting their votes.
India has the privilege of holding the largest and fairest elections in the world. Something I’m really proud of J. So, all power to us, its people!!!!!
For those wanting to stay abreast of [...]
Shut up and vote
Posted by: nagarajmani on: April 7, 2009
It’s only a slim rectangular paper, with a black and white picture of me, but on top of the paper is prominently written, ‘Voters Identity’ card and I look at it with pride and joy.
Most young people begin voting at 18, when the country and law recognizes them as ‘major’ in age. At 18, they [...]
Lillian @ Poetry
- Advertising Cloud 9The horizon in shades of green,Water tanks, blue and black,Clothes of all hues waving in the breeze.Cloud 9 advertising its services,Who would think, it would need to?But it does,Its the recession.
- Untitledoh why does my soul refuse to rest.it bounds up,against gravity,like there were thorns that pricked its underside.refusing it rest.oh my soul has a bloody breasta weary heartthat longs to rest,but somehow each night is dayin its unending search to run away.
- UntitledI stare out,As the orange-pink of sunsetFades away into silhouettes,Large dark trees, rise upAnd the cold road leads away.The breeze whips at my face,The curtains buffeted in the strong wind,Fly around uncontrollably like shreds,My heart feels the same,As it leaves sweet memories behind.Parting can never be harder.15th April 2009
- Happy Women’s Day?.......... I beg your pardonIts 8th March, International Women’s DayBut she doesn’t know it.She wakes up at 6.00 a.m,like she has for the last 12 years,her mental clock and love for her family helps her up.she fills the rice into the cooker, chops up the vegetables in the yellow light of the bulb.The chickens in their coop stir, at the first break of light.the brass pot rolls down on t […]
- Un-namedI want to writeBut wordsTremble within meThen die.I dig through my memoryFor experiencesFor verseBut all I find is gooey morass.I yearn to riseBe the bestBut the forceEludes meA phantom. There they areThe first buds of springOr is it a mirageThe sightings of a deluded soul8th February 2008
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