Miles To Go

The woods are lovely,dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep.
And miles to go beore I sleep,
And miles to go beore I sleep.


Obama has been in office for nearly eleven months.
He has yet to open his score.
Much talk of reforms and regulations have been in the air.
The steps towards rehabilitation is not aggressive.
The move is as flimsy as a peacock feather.
The fanfare and the excitement over revision of economy is smothering not caressing.
It is superficial, not deep.

The evangelism of Obama's stimulus is losing grounds.
The bail out has not even done a partial cleaning.
It has attempted to hold the bad news of a the final eventuality.
The fear that people nurtured in 2008 ,which was suppressed by their trust in Obama,is surfacing again.
The apprehensions muted has bursted out in the recent elections.
The Republicans have taken control in two major states, of New jersey and Virginia.

The president and his men stand helpless.
The initial setback will ensue a discreet scrutiny and a definite workable solution.
For every illness there is a remedy. For each pain there is a medication.
So for the economic malady there is a certain prescription that has to be taken up.
Disease will cure ,if treated properly and looked into at the appropriate time. A drag on would ulcerate the malaise.

Obama has four more years to go. He should aim to generate a hypothetical equation to recapture the bygone prosperity.