I don’t write poems. But somehow, my thoughts on politicians suddenly started flowing in this manner. I imagined a politician thinking out loud.
I know how to cover the stink,
I am almost as mean as you think.
I know where the fire’s beginnings lie,
I know how to make the rumours fly.
Demon of inflation is a friend of mine,
With him I merrily drink and dine.
I regulate the disorder of Law and order,
I can devour onions and gulp fodder.
I’ve mastered the art of passing the buck,
And aim accurately at a sitting duck.
Post- scam clamour is no stress,
I silence it with ‘enquiry in progress’.
You may know me as a rightist or a communist,
But deep within I am only an opportunist.
I have screwed up nation’s economic health,
But look at my soaring personal wealth.
I know that common man is my one day boss,
But time and again he falls for the gloss
It’s easy to woo my one day lord,
Some fake promises and he is floored.