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There’s the big fat politician Delighted at the success of his campaign He stands mightily, with his tummy resting on shaky legs He begins with a roaring ‘Good Morning’ And lo! Silence prevails For all, the poor and the rich Want to hear what his speech hails He starts to make big promises Ones that’ll remain in word And roars and claps — the crowd for the leader The ground is filled with hysterical media clicks Who work hard for the daily’s next edition ‘Free electricity for farmers, labourers, and all alike’ he says And the crowd gets more jubilant, and is filled with elation Grins, the politician, for with his false promises He has won the hearts of the nation And to pack up things Got himself felicitated with garlands of flowers The ‘leader’ then settles in the rear seat of his comfy car And sets to think about the prospective votes And sniggers as he thinks about those stupid spectators Whom with his big fat promises he sugarcoats He pats himself on the back To have caught them so well Their life will come back to hell He just wants their votes, and shouts at his PA Think for now, forget whether in future we receive a brickbat or a bouquet Jasmine Sekhon, IX-B, |
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