It is nice to feel hopeful with a scary undercurrent that is ignored by our mind, hopeful that
we are in good hands. Hopeful that just like everyday we remember those hardships our great grandfathers
had to undergo to give this roof above us this day, this minute ; the leaders of today's world will remember
theirs too and do the needful for their countries. A simple refusal to feed a hungry soul who crosses our path in our busy times fails not to spark a deep guilt, hopeful that the same guilt will kindle those souls marked
to lead the world too. Hopeful that they who have crossed uncountable unfathomable barriers to reach where they are, on the top, they who can really make a difference will reach beneath the dictates of their intellect and passions to find the inner purity of their soul and rule their people with selfless dedication.
Hopeful that the same wonderful leader that he is, he who cleans and mends his home , he who works hard to do his best to uplift his brotherhood ensures not to undo the same cleanliness and orderliness of his neighbor in the process of his way to success. Brothers we are under the atmospheric roof , same blood, same flesh. Brothers we will be as souls born to taste the happiness that is life. As we cross every limitation laid before us with our science let the human science of universal brotherhood lead us in our everyday pursuits and thoughts. Leaders we trust in you, you might be on the hillock but,after all you are our brothers too, same blood , same flesh with the soul beneath it. This math will work out well in the end.