The First Favor Of Politics! Poem by Mihir Tejura

Laughing, was I, Moving out,
Of mob, opposing politicians.
Nature criticizing, has b'com
Of inmates of territory,
Under the leadership of
Brave 'High risk categoried' people,
Herd of cattle, following a stupid sheep,
Shouting, with banners
On the heroes real of the nation.
And, I being a man, notta cattle,
Came out laughing.
They say, They don't work,
Do malpractices. Use public property
For benefits, personal, and critics go on.
But come, when these leaders
On stage, speech to be given,
Say these illiterates-He's there for fake promises to be made
But may I ask them,
What's the risk, Which're clouds residing,
On these heroes minds,
Anytime, wishing good morning,
To their loving subjects,
Shot, they can be.
Family, their could be ruined,
Life their, would be spoilt.
I wanna bcom Dr., Er., IAS
Be anybody a leader?
Be the cause, Politics, a dirty bog,
Something in you, you've
Go clean it! But no,
We're for them to be in risk and pressures,
These criticizers don't even know a clause of constitution,
And blaming, resharing, tweeting
The status of critics of the real 'Maestro'.
STOP blaming, STOP criticizing,
Don't be a cattle, Be a 21st century Homo sapiens sapiens.
Come up, Enter to politics!
Observe, what hardwork is.
And work for the country, And not for the critics.
And-
'Be the second favor of politics after me! ! ! ! '