India went to the polls,
Fates were sealed into the ballot boxes,
The franchise was exercised,
Voted to power,
When the results were published,
The lotus came surging,
for the first time
The man mattered,
The magic of his personality,
The rhetoric of his vocabulary,
Taking challenges, hurling verbal duals
And the public got lured by
The version of his speech
And the promises made before
As per the wishes to fulfill them
If voted to power.
A dhartiputra, lover of the mother earth
And of India,
thinking of the Ganga-seva and the aarti,
He'll do it, do it definitely,
Fulfill it what he has promised
Without hurting anyone's feelings,
A karmayogi
For whom karma is dharma.
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