A dark brown elephant
Raising its trunk madly rushing
Towards another grey one
This is may be their mate time
Or may be the time for election
The opponent quarrels and fights
All the lies of the incumbent
Who refutes and puts counter allegations
In the middle crashed and stampeded,
The people, common and innocent.,
What a fight in every election! During the next 4 to 5 years, they ruin us, which means do we give them the power to ruin our life? Well written.
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This is the fate of common people. Thanks. Tapas, West Bengal, India.