Cries Of A Politician Poem by Bashyam Narayanan

She is innocent
People with intentions decent
Know this instant
As she is magnificent

Communal fire
Ignoble desire
Laden rich atmosphere
Created this scene entire

It was all a plot against simplicity
A war against integrity
A mud slinging on sincerity
And a caste biased atrocity

She, a model of aged old tradition
Stayed away from audition
To media exposition
She cannot be of this edition

Her soft corner for poor
Made her brush aside power
That came in her favour
Feared power could put her under cover

She has a taste for language
Loves it as an emotional massage
Coined lyrics of noble message
Alas she is on mission salvage

Sure I am justice will prevail
She will be off the trial
Proven not guilty with smile
To the pleasure of a crowd waiting for a long while