Here is a scream
And there is a gleam!
Here is a lead
And lo! it is all now dead end!
Here is an acute ache
And there is a happy face!
Here is a trail
And ah! he is on a happy sail!
Here is a cry
And there is a laughter.
Here goes a fire-work
And drab! somebody is under fire!
Here is a comedy
And there is a tragedy!
A party leads in many constituencies
And ouch! it is hung parliament once again!
And we spend every time crores,
Our democracy has become so sore!
One and three add to four always
But the acrobatics still find its own ways!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem