Aamchi Mumbai

Heads I win tails you lose said the sly fox

Fifty said the clever jackal

Fox told the local puppet, I can't rule

You may want to impose the capital puppet rule.

The clever jackal went to the camp opposite

Long sessions it required and it did sit

A common theme agreed on the threesome

Declared their challenge and it was awesome.

It was not a game of musical chair

Nor was it about the Vikramaditya’s judgment chair

Ballad is about the famed two stringers

Made puppets to dance with their dextrous fingers.

Local puppet sent a midnight missive

The capital puppet signed the decree, submissive

The two other puppets got sworn in

The one of which got the right to sit on the chair.

All hell broke loose in the theatre of politics

Some said it was a murder of democracy

Some said it was a masterstroke

What a shame nothing much ado to croak

A threesome that got slighted

Decided to take the battle tight-fisted

Went to the supreme and filed a case

With a brave face decided to brace

The court said horses cannot be for the bourses

Count their number on the stable floor

The stringers had got their numbers wrong

Realized the puppet show would boomerang

Threesome organized a walk of the horses

The show was spectacular, display they did of their forces

The stringers for a change got strung

Their calculations did, got it all wrong.

The threesome has begun the three-legged race

Wonder how will they move forward and at what pace?

Nevertheless something unseen in the theatre of politics

Audience watching got a lot of kicks.