Once in five years,
For the last seventy-plus years.
India wearing the veil of democracy,
Open secret to the world so crazy.
Hypocrites run to a billion,
Religion, caste, and language are riding pillion.
Promises that will be broken,
People living with a hope token.
Morning sees only new sunlight,
To the eyes, it's either bright or light.
To the rich is the present,
For the rest is resent.
Everything seems inevitable,
With dynasty politics on the rise,
Future need for elections may not arise!!!