You are a Vote?

Whispering warmth of love
 for becoming victims 
of spontaneous betrayal!
Rocks get smooth over years 
from waves; but we never!

We, the people
Waiting for baskets of promises,
Seeking solace of soul,
Despite countless tears over wounds.

Light keeps everything
under water for a while
yet, remembers leaving even a trace
So are those mighty promises. 

Sunlit days and moonlit nights 
are mocking us 
amid wild waves of praising 
candidates for polls. 

The more you retreat inside, 
The more you suffer, O citizen!
It is your consciousness
that records every streaks of past.

You, the pillar of democracy
opt for darkness witnessing
emptiness of nothingness.