Oh yes, definitely! Why not. Modi Hain to Mumkin Hain - It's possible when Modi is there. The emperor is in a jubilant mood holding the Rajdanda (Sengol). The nation is waiting to see what will come next whether the emperor will hold an election or rule as a monarch. the nation has been given so many things to celebrate - just now the brand new grand new parliament. The Vande Bharat Train has been dedicated to the nation. He is flagging off each & every train personally. What a beautiful gift to the nation to make you forget all your pain of poverty, hunger, and unemployment. Come 2024 the newly constructed Ram Mandir will be inaugurated. What a profound proud moment that would be. What else does the nation need? Whenever you are hungry look at the majestic new Parliament building, and see the marvel. Hunger, death, and pain - are all temporary. They would all be gone once you are gone. But this majestic parliament would be there tall and standing.
But yes all these costs, so people have to contribute to nation-building by paying more tax, buying fuel and gas at a higher price, and paying GST on hospital bed charges, ICU charges, medicines, and medical implants. Coming days people have to be ready to prostrate in front of the emperor and pay whatever tax is demanded. Great emperors come once in a while, but ordinary mortals keep on coming and going. So hold your breath and enjoy the magnificent grandeur of this architectural marvel. The beauty of it is soaking the canvas of my mind. I am spellbound. It reminds me of the poem -Daffodils by William Wordsworth…
“I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed'and gazed'but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.”
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