Here comes the bandwagon

When the verbal trash flows, filling the lakes,
My little brain throbs, and the head aches,
Pass me the glass, nay, the full flagon,
For, here comes the election bandwagon.

Shrill sounds of the polls will fill the air,
With falser words never before spoken,
Adding more woe to hearts full of despair,
Promises will be made, to be broken.

Opposition says:
Ruled for ages, the Indian 'Notional' Congress,
Time for people to show them the egress,
If you see the Congress as truly secular,
We trust your problem is verily ocular.

We are a nation of a past, very hoary,
And we'll return you to the days of glory,
We will re-build the temple before it is 2019,
Then a statue of a size the world has never seen.

Congress says:
BJP is evil, the devil himself is Modi,
If they take power, God save the minority,
We tastefully love Tughlaq and Lodhi,
Minority appeasement is never our priority.

Our father, and his forebears from their days natal,
Worked for you, knowing the end was to be fatal,
Now, vote for us, return us to our throne,
And see, into a fine king, our prince has grown.

Aam Admi Party says:
Years of power makes one corpulent,
For the fruits thereof are so succulent,
Cast out the infestation, that is truly evil,
They are but human embodiments of the weevil.

Ours is a party of unbending principle,
Our work will be to uplift les misérables,
Our ascent in Delhi clearly resounds,
That we run with the hares and hunt with the hounds.

Others:
SP, BSP, TMC, Reds, JD, SS, DMDK,
Some of them that led to our land's decay,
Then, the talk of a sphinxian Third Front,
By popular imagination, another affront.

There was a rabble-rouser who once said,
"In India, we don't cast our vote, we vote our caste,"
But, thankfully for us, he is now dead,
Otherwise, this poem would have been my last.

The people:
Statues, temples and ancestors are good,
But, did you hear us ask, "Where is our food?"?
The past is nice, but it is the future that matters,
Wake us up if your manifesto caters.


We like it that you give Ratna to Sachin,
But, keep an eye on our neighbours Pak-Chin,
Let us know your plan to fight them, and corruption,
We don't want our land set up for adoption.

Me:
Feared four letter acronymns - MISA, TADA, POTA,
Have a deadlier companion - the notable NOTA,
I will stop caring which way you will vote,
It is just the noise that has got my goat.

'Tis going to be a long affair, I think,
To numb the pain, we need a wee drink,
Pass me the glass, nay, the full flagon,
For, here comes the election bandwagon.