Blaring loudspeakers
push the late risers
the tea sipping men
the bleary eyed housewives
look out for the passing
hoardings of candidates
party symbols, slogan shouting
to reach people in homes,
factories and offices,
the crowded street unmindful
moves on, for his own election.
People canvas door to door
giving chits, smiling promises
in big rallies Neta’s speak-
Nay - scream
rulling party must be dethroned
opposition party must be
blocked midway...
cash and liquor
fly and float.
The hired intellectual
moralizes in papers
gives verbose arguments
the ordinary voter asks
the panwala,
who will come this time
who will be our bhagya vidhata,
he mutters with a downing smile,
whoever comes
will not come here
he will send his men
for his midnight smoke...
Sabita Sahu
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