Poll, A Punishing Pole - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
And after the landslide, there’s a slide,
A bride won, but honeymoon denied,
Wonted magic on wane,
Patience as ends in pain,
Promises made, performance belied.
This is what the third consecutive by-election seems to say
on the ruling party’s performance. A lot of promises were
made during the recent parliamentary elections. The people
tired of erstwhile regime’s pathetic performance gave the
alternative a thumbs–up with a landslide victory. But after
more than 100 days the regime has little to show on the
promises made, and people’s patience is wearing thin. No
wonder, the poll has turned a punishing pole.
-Happenings | 12.09.14 |
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