Ad Nauseam

a poem by Sheela K . Sharath

Do you or I care
who gets elected.
What difference does it
make to our lives?

When they embark on their
‘road show yatras’
and descend en masse on your
sleepy town
in their latest model deluxe rathas,
you realise
ho-hum …
it’s that time of the year again!

Each party candidate
vies you with meaningless promises and
plies you with food, drink and freebies.
You have nothing to lose
He has plenty to gain … it’s
easy money, easily made!

Are you that
naive to believe
that he really cares
about the quality of water
your town has,
or its shoddy roads
with virtually no electricity?

For once
the turncoat gets your vote,
you’ll never see him again
till the next elections!

So,
when he absents himself
for his complete term
and your roads are mere potholes,
and there’s nary a streetlight in sight
and your water is undrinkable,
and he knocks on your
door once again,
his hands joined together,
flashing his phoney smile …
reach for that broom!