People go to polls with an expectation,
Hoping for a change in the composition,
Of governance and administration,
Having in mind the progression,
Calling for a healthy representation.
Politicians go to the polls with an expectation too,
Anticipating a wealth accumulation unto,
Of land and money altogether into,
Counting the currency and commodity too and too,
Relying on a resounding victory all too.
Elections took place in Tamil nadu with full force,
The leaders campaigned the polls with an intimate browse,
Extending Televisions, laptops and few grams of gold in the course,
Rambling out promises in a high throated roars,
Fooling the people in well conceived pros.
Karunanidhi claims a victory with ease,
Jeyalalitha harps on a triumph of full freeze,
Each engaged in a prattle of unhealthy tease,
Battling on an embittered seas,
Awaiting another innings with most appease.
Penny wise pound foolish is the Tamils motive,
Pounding on free throws and sops like a captive,
Gaping at the gaudy sly leaders like a fugitive,
Enthralled by the politicians gestures in a transitive,
Tamils follow them in a trance and thrill emotive.
The leaders with their family march ahead with a pace,
Clinging to their children both legal and illegal in trace,
Carrying with them a wholesome baggy brace,
Putting forth an ever smiling and charming face,
Creating a significant thoroughfare of grace.
After few months,
People sell the televisions and gold in times of need,
Poverty in no little time strikes a blow on the breed,
Leaving them in the mercy of the political creed,
Terminating the mirth into a bloody bleed
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