A Farce Called Elections (2009) Poem by Saju Abraham

Wormy Ghanty had gone by his mama Ghanty's script,
prove to them the real Indian Ghanty;
the parivar couldn't believe its luck;
here's our own Ghanty who can take on the godfather ghanty.
Had they forgotten the lolita of the dalits?
She gave them a googly that chocked even bhajji;
but nothing chocks fans of dhoni's devils.
The yadav of the UP tried to yarn a twist but came undone;
things moved faster than most wished for;
the D company wanted the philibit boy;
lolita put him out of the battle field for safety;
mama called him abhimanyu,
his friendly foes called himthe vajpayee,
the rulers deemed him just a pawn,
but to most he remains a spoilt brat,
more so than papa ghanty.

Another storm brewing in the coffee cup;
C & C associates fights for the sick Tytler;
BJP revisits ram temple and ram sethu,
not for ram but for raj.
The reds are rallying the dark horses.
They’ve put on the king maker masks.
They’ve nothing to lose.
Should they lose their face,
They can fall back on the secular congress!

Seven four another black day for Assam;
First it was nine eleven then twenty six eleven.
Put a date to a month and terror strikes Assam.
While the heart of the Seven Sisters bled,
Leaders sat in studios neatly dressed,
Talked of money floated,
And ministries made for north east.