D’ politicians vow in d’ public,
they’ll be able to do miracles
but when apt time approaches,
go missing or in deep slumber
Sleep broken, five years over,
then come with folded hands
again to urge for their votes,
ready to solve odds, problems
Won’t stay poor, food no worry,
give vote, make me reach Delhi
your granaries get overloaded,
round d’ year to fill up your belly
If roads bad , full with potholes,
unsafe to walk, insecure to cycle
I will construct concrete roads,
make your life easy and simpler
If no power, I’ll give u power,
no more to drown in darkness
If no water, I’ll supply u water
satisfy all your unfulfilled wish
Press button on tortoise sign,
please do give me your vote
u have to do only a simple job,
I’ll do all as you have thought
People were simple, very poor,
common men of regular village
“Light, road, water what we’ve,
enough for us, we can manage”
“It is no big deal from your end,
that much kindness is expected
if u desire please expand it a bit,
our cremation deck, so congested”
Adept in speeches, tall promises,
not conversant with our culture
couldn’t follow a cremation deck,
what it could be? he didn’t bother
Unaware of the rituals traditions,
behaved as master of all games
can’t express that he didn’t know,
before public a matter of shame
Illogical to admit his ignorance,
can't just reveal his true motive
d' work may or may not be done,
but won’t give a reply in negative
I understood d’ appeal tit by bit,
need not panic so much, he told
u vote for me, send me to Delhi,
I’ll make decks in each house hold
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