Leader—
Your arrival made the ground packed and noisy
The fox also became politician in absence of you
The crows chase the kite when they get opportunity
Autocracy tress passes in the room of democracy
Poverty of extreme stage remains in your room-
But you got the direction of way
In a forest where lives no tiger- hawing of fox is heard!
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