Vote

I don’t speak of science,

I don’t speak of arts,

I only speak my mind

And want to tell you

That I’ve seen many

Who will stoop so low

To ask for your vote.

Whether he is of the “right” or the “left”,

From immature like a PTI worker

To the “sages” of today

Will beg you, tempt you, threaten you harass you,

But only to snatch what is purely yours.

And then there are the “masters of the game”

Who will tell you democracy is shame.

So the choice is yours,

Choose yourself and none other,

Make a mistake with a will to redress it in future;

We all make mistakes, so once more

Till all the “blood suckers” feed, satiate

And tell you it’s your turn to play the game.