The politicians at this time of the year
are aware that the voter’s belly is
not filled by a request for mere votes;
so discretely in mufti
a man stands beside them,
with a bag filled with crispy new notes!
It’s the same old jaded empty words and
promises that’s doled out;
year in and year out!
with folded hands,
they whine, they appeal
The newspaper carries their thrust;
full of election surveys, verbal battles,
financial issues that worries
only the upper crust!
In this land were masses get swayed
by the look of a lady divine,
a star-studded cast are added fast
and behind their chosen leader,
they stand in assembly line!
All are old wine in new bottles,
no agenda or manifesto that’s new;
some might show sincerity and promise,
believe me – a handful or a paltry few!
The candidates play musical chairs,
without a qualm or conscience
they jump from one fray to another,
in singles, not in pairs!
Names of hastily formed parties,
are formed under an amalgam of earlier sorties!
Brand new plebian symbols are flaunted,
by candidates battle-weary and tainted!
There’s name calling, blood-letting galore,
horse-trading, violence and gore!
All this in the name of democracy
an acronym for self-gain and misrule,
A billion of this nation’s citizens,
time and again, it certainly does fool!