The atmosphere is hot
Dogs are running helter-skelter
Their bark is subdued and feeble
Dust flying high to the building tops
With vans plying the roads in random
Men and women and children
Stand at the doors with pamphlets
To welcome the leaders with smiling faces
There is excitement in their faces and hearts
After five years of wait they are out now
They hear bursting of crackers
At a distance and blaring of loudspeakers
Eulogizing the leaders as god of masses
Their hearts overflows with love and regards
Children can't help dancing
When the cavalcade passes by
Time has come to make promises
To hug and touch feet of masses
To visit temples and mosque and churches
To throw away money in bundles
To eat and drink sitting with public
The public knows
This will be repeated after five years
When the date of election will come out
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