Election on the anvil,
Electorate on the vigil,
In a total quandary,
Where to draw a boundary?
Parties reigning in power
Parties vying to grab power.

Election a mere farce,
Its evils worse than Sars;
By the people, of the people, for the people,
A catchy slogan to entice people.
Rosy promises in manifesto,
Tall talks with huge gusto,
Seldom translated into actions,
After election, indulging in factions.

Election grossly caste-politics,
Perpetuating sects with relics,
Washing dirty linen in public,
Fishing in muddy waters, no good for public.

The political reps
Rake up muck,
Run amok,
All for flimsy matters.

Under the mantle of liberators,
Christened as collaborators
With the mighty, bothering no down-trodden,
They play agenda certainly hidden.
So rampant scams and scandals,
Still supreme amidst sycophants;
‘Mea culpa’ they never utter,
Without remorse they flutter.

Election oftener a springboard,
Shady characters seldom above board;
Kings and queens of murky world
Crowned. Gosh! What does it herald?
Our aspirations going phut!
Window of opportunities shut!

No dearth of calibre,
India a mighty nation with valour,
Blessed with resources boundless,
If poll rubrics done in fairness,
Surely set to scale great heights,
With God’s blessings, not of heavy-weights.