Does it
lies with the wealthy and rich ?
Is it one in one with political big wigs?
Does it empowers the bureaucratic pitch ?
Nay it makes people rig and dig.,
The top notches and top brass wield authority,
Assuming they are a pack of indispensable,
They decry and degrade everyone in their territory,
Writing off the average man as contemptible
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They luxuriously roll and roll in wealth,
They deceitfully mint and print money,
They bask in the sun to enhance their health,
They speak and behave like bitter-sweet honey.
The Man in the town moves ahead without fuss,
Minding his business with concentration truly,
Unknowingly knowing that his money slips into the leader’s purse,
Unobtrusively observing the wrongs and scams diligently.
Five years fly quietly and quickly in a wink,
The leaders descend the ladder for the first time,
Rushing to meet the Man in the street link,
Oh ! Oh!The election is fast approaching calls the gentle rhyme.
With folded hands and with peevish looks in shifts
The heads of different parties go up and down,
Appeasing Our Man by advancing innumerable gifts,
Ascribing gadgets and attires to his own.
Chuckling the electorate accepts all nonchalantly,
Nods with gusto and smiles with mischievous pride,
Looking down on the supremo with condescension deliberately,
While they promise falsely to favour the great octogenarian’s side.
The eighty-six year old is a confirmed invalid,
Confined to the wheel chair lying partially ,
Compounded by his wives , children both valid and invalid,
The ensemble of the family are soaked in scams absolutely.
The polling went briskly a month ago,
His opponent , a lady , in par with him almost,
Poses a stiff contest in a competitive go-go.
The people have no choice rather than these two at the utmost.
The old chief still shrewd and alert , manoeuvres all trends
Vigilantly watches the decline in the voters confidence,
Yet ,expects a victory , a sweeping majority at all bends,
Well, hope is not only for us but also for him ,as it lights up his defence.
The hand that has not rocked the cradle so long
Has got the mandate to rule the state,
She gestures her symbol of two leaves as a note of joyous song
Proclaiming herself as one unbeatable of late.
The highly explosive Tamils bright and educated,
Bring the frail Karunanidhi and robust Jeyalalitha to rule
Vest them with undue power decade after decade .
Throwing the prosperity of the State to a desolate cool.
Now , do you know ,where does power lie?
Not as earlier told with the rich in the tower,
But in ordinary citizens ,who factually buy,
The vestibules
and corridors of power.
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