I make a picture, the picture doesn't get made, I saw a dream, it doesn't get interpreted, sorry! In the political landscape of the country, I remembered the beautiful but sad lyrics of a memorable song of an Indian film. Of course, the poet must have written this song during the separation of his beloved, which would have affected the hearts of the listeners and made the atmosphere more and more sad. Is. Such a disappointment that seeing the plain reminded me of home. The election results of 8th February are also a tragedy, the dreams of the elders have been lost.