Chants here, Chants there,
Tension fraying everywhere,
Party flags a midst the crowd,
It could happen any minute now,
Anxious Politicians, Nervous supporters,
Bombarding the Almighty with their prayers,
Every soul so desperate for victory,
That every passing second seems to be a misery,
Future ahead of them uncertain,
On whose campaign will they draw the curtain? ? ,
Lies ahead mounts of responsibility,
And bright prospects of a better ministry,
After all, the 16th Lok Sabha elections,
will go down in the annals of history! ! !
On whose campaign will they draw the curtain? ? , Lies ahead mounts of responsibility, And bright prospects of a better ministry, After all, the 16th Lok Sabha elections, will go down in the annals of history! ! ! the tension, the nervousness, anxiety. all these you have brought in in this poem. thank you. tony
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Politics! ! In the name of Democracy. Thanks for sharing.