Canvassing for last phase of election is over;
Over and over again same talking is repeated;
Repeated quarreling on ideology leads nowhere;
Nowhere there seems to be the meeting point!
Points of speeches are meaningless to think;
Think not all but only work for one's favour;
Favour is what they all try for but not truth;
Truth and ideas are thrown at the back burner!
Burner goes on burning unattended spoiling cook;
Cook of food no one can take with willingness;
Willingness is different from favouring one here;
Here only loud sound of words signifying nothing!
Nothing will come out of nothing is what clear now;
Now all want to see the result good or bad or ugly!
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