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50 - 50 : A POLL SATIRE

Inside machine's pouches
Level'd are both parties.
The scores now fifty each
Rais'd on the polling pitch.
Exit poll's deft study
Has held each win-ready.
Full votes count one zero one,
One will win if fifty one.

 Now comes defining hero
After one zero zero,
Holding a flag-less mast
Very last vote to cast -
A one-zero-one years chap
Haggard, unkempt, deathly crap.
With two five-hundred notes,
Hero is now light of hopes.

 Come both party men rushing,
Each lifts him by either wing.
Him they tug manic to bag
Like Kashmir by India and Pak,
Each with promises for moon
Even marriage and honeymoon.

 Much like the lord of the ring,
Like all-powerful Mughal king,
The last-but-not-least man
Sinks to booth with elan.
With one stray look smart and canny
Presses button not seeing any...

 A gaping silence gulps the noise
Under the gaze of the blinded eyes
As the terminator walks out witty :
Villain for fifty, victor for fifty.

                           -- N P Samal

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