Sunday 4 September 2022

On the death of Mikhail Gorbachev

 



We were young and hopelessly innocent. 
There was darkness at our home, 
Though I could not understand  
The two-word perestroika and glasnost gave some hope 
maybe in a faraway fairyland - hoped the longing to be contagious 
The falling of the berlin wall and the EU  hope was spreading 
 Thought  of globalisation from a human angle as a rule 
It spread with that  came Macdonald's, Pizzahut and many more 
I wished to keep the identity through
Many thought otherwise …..

That was yesterday 


The pendulum shifted right; the setting has moved back to 1900 
The planet filled again with frictional explosives waiting for some mad man to light a cigar
and a spark of annihilation  leads repeat July 1914 

We need to find a new word for hope in the line of perestroika and glasnost in the coming time. 
And a person propagating that hope for the world. 


(Some random thoughts come to my mind on hearing his death )

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