Dear Editor,

HAVING attained 75.
It’s great to be alive,
With honey in the hive,
Everyone is enjoying the dive.

What a date, January first,
The year 1950, was a burst.
A nation was not at the worst,
But men lived with a thirst.

How did they arrive
to live other than thrive?
It was more they wanted to derive,
From a thrust to drive.

An idea gave birth,
Rooted with navels in the earth.
Its salt it was worth,
Accepting not an early death.

A search in the archive,
Would reveal who did connive.
An attempt to deprive,
Yet, a flock, did not contrive.

So many to advise,
They came, many, in a disguise.
A struggle not to stoop did arise,
The departed brought no demise.

Each new year shed a different light,
The cause grew stronger, standing for its right.
Its color sparkled, changing with the fight,
Time and taste decided its height.

People suffered, as forces tried to deprive,
Progressive yes, policies they did revive.
Party and principles will always survive,
Civic and civilized, to celebrate another 25.

Yours respectfully,
Jai Lall