Vote

The index finger of my left hand 

Never looked so pretty before.

Not even on my mehndi day,

Or when I painted the nail color.

It was the purple ink

The mark of my democratic duty and rights.

Felt not weaker than the strongest,

Yet, not stronger than the weakest,

The inequality it fights.

I searched for the mark 

On others curiously

Hoping to see fellow citizens

Performed the task dutifully.

Proudly, I flaunted,

Cherishing the moment of power I had

The destiny of the country, to decide

And so dutifully I lived.