At The Same Slot. Poem by Ravi Panamanna

One more election,
One more selection.
One more fight,
One more stage to show the might!

'Matha Magic' goes on,
Graphs are meticulously drawn.
Channels give it all a voice,
They add colours so nice! .

People take it as an Acid Test,
They fume their chest.
Prediction contests are held,
People are into winning, kilos of gold.

To somebody goes the Maruthi Zen,
To some parties belong the reign.
One more election is finally over
But the country's face is once again sober! .

We are once again lost,
We are once again in the same spot.
Every five years, the same film is shot,
And find the same preview and post review-
It is always the same tale and slot.