Anna fasting publicly,
Rehearsing in the theatre of Gandhi,
The gait and antics
Under the shadow of his photo,
Doing politics,
A remix of Gandhism and comics.
A nukkad sabha, a street play,
They staging
With the commoners,
Common people donning white caps
And posters
Wanting to be politicians overnight.
A bevy of small girls coming
To request him
To break the fast
And he accepting finally
After rejections
And he posing for that.
Seeing him, feel I,
They are there to make him
Break the fast
And he taking to not,
But see me too
That there is none
To offer me even a glass.
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Anna was imitating Gandhi and politicians made fool to him