Friday, July 30, 2010

my personal obama

As I listen and watch and hear

The hopes of millions

Feathers of expectations perched

On the shoulders of one man

Yes we can yes we can

my eyes turn inwards, my thoughts unspoken

to whether he and I

can.


Can we up-end our angst

Can we rewrite our inner programming

Can we dare to skype a future

Together?

Or will we finish last

Bashing our oh so smart heads

Against some imaginary wall of forlorn needs,

Of unrequited ego-trips

And dreams of perfection?


As America finds its new superhero

Can we lose our individual powers

And fight the war

With a love that spans our loneliness?


Maybe

Perhaps

Possibly-

Yes we can.


Nov 11th 2008, delhi