The Political Parties

They changed their costly suits

Wore cotton jubba payjama’s

Locked their Gen Cars in the

Basements of Mantri paradise

Walked on foot ignoring the

The smell of slums jumped the

Path holes and gutters

Assuring and pleading for votes

The pitch-black sunglasses

Which hid their originality

Measuring the voter's mind

With essence-less propagation

Each party propagating the ill notion

On one another with

A native cool smile on their faces

To achieve their motives

Jumping from one party to another

As usual building desire towers

In the minds of common people

Such type of hard-hearted

Politicians they are.