What to change? 
You asked me once. 
I said everything, 
all at once. 
So many things, 
Happening everywhere. 
So many wrongs, 
Are wild and free anywhere. 

War, hunger, diseases, 
Poverty, crimes, and bigotry; 
I pray that those 
Be gone and never had been. 
Religions, caste, and crusades, 
Politics, economy, and oligarchy — 
All of which could do 
Some alterations and/or vanishing. 

It could be better, 
It could be worse. 
But then again, 
I thought again. 
I could never change those, 
So, I'd change none but my own. 
If I could change the “me” that I am, 
Wouldn't everything around me, too, change? 
And won't those around them go and change as well? 

I have learned all my life — 
That if I could be a little bit kinder, 
A tad more generous, patient, 
Diligent and willing to walk that extra mile; 
If I could be less angry, less greedy, 
Or a lot less lazy and material hungry; 
If I could be all of those, 
And be renewed and reborn; 
Then wouldn't the persons around me, 
Feel good and blessed knowing the new me? 

So now here I am, 
Sitting, thinking of a poem — 
Changing nothing but my writing — 
In hopes that it would reach, 
touch,  and influence its readers, 
And let them think of change as well. 
For the better — 
I hope. 
I pray. 
I believe!   

Published 6th March 2017
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