I’ll make decks in each house hold

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