Standing on a lost ground,
he cries hoarse
” I have won in all rounds”.
Pacing up and down
he gropes in the dark
for the lost crown.
Incites his supporters to rise
four fall prey to the shootout
unconcerned he cries
” I will not concede”.
denying smooth transition
insensible he is indeed.
He has to be thrown out
physical handling only
could subdue his shout.
News channels flash just now
that he has agreed to step down
with an awkward bow.
Meenas Poems 