The parties send their orators to speak
and bribe the poor for their votes to seek.
Freebies to all they give;
in palaces new they live.
They steal the public coffers in a streak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the real meaning for democracy in India. As long as the votes can be bought, we will be in the tunnel, gasping for air and looking for light.. Well written.