The Elections - Poem by Ayyappa Paniker
White on black is dirt
The whitewash leaves a patch
Washing linen is nuisance
Don't be upset, O leader!
Is there gold in the hiding place
Is there a place for playing kids
Do you remember waiting for
The autumnal moon and sandal paste
Is it trout that's caught in the net
Is it salmon outside the net
Don't you need anything in hand
To wager when you cast the net
It is election time, election time
O come, do come, dear voters
The power that once upon a time
You appropriated among yourselves
We want you to transfer to us
So we ask for your votes
If you give us your votes
Democracy will triumph here!
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