Between the pain of reform and the resultant gain,
There is a contested space,
a place of pounding impatience
a place of irredeemable ignorance
a place of angst, fear and incense
a place of hatreds that defy sense
a place where a vision stands trembling in the rain
a place where the drums of dreams begin to fade
a place of tired ears, new tears and rising outrage
a place of toad-size egos demanding constant massage
a place of intermittent communication splutter
a place where senseless sounds bounce off walls
a place of interests where the personal always wins
a place where confusion and heartbreak resist the gutter
This contested space between pain and gain needs to be …
a place where minds rule over hearts
a place where errant egos are forced to flee
a place of disciplined thought, action and results
a place where humility and patience stand bravely
