Grand Old Party That Was - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Old for sure, no longer as ere grand,
Flavour lost, it tastes now British bland,
King cobra has just passed,
Dead skin not aside cast,
Hood and hiss, hard put still to defend.
The Congress, the so-called Grand Old Party, is in dismal shape
after elections. And yet the old stiffness is intact. Not in touch
with realities, it is likened in this ditty to an old cobra: defanged
and badly mauled.
- Happenings | 07.05.14 |
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