Indian Election

There is nothing as that to strut and walk on tiptoe As T.N.Seshan showed it to be, Everything is but bogus and false, Fake and fraud, A story cooked and told. The officials plan for big, big things in the cold rooms, Official cars and receptions But the takers reap the harvest, Odd people bunched together, Without being a magistrate, just in power for a day. The block officials taking good dishes and tiffin packets And you on the rear side of the truck or availing of somehow Going to the nondescript village primary school through the muddy way To take the poll. And the primary school without the toilet And even if it has, it is not in good condition, How to get light, how to take food, Where to sleep on, problems? The ballot boxes given by the commission with An intricate locking system, Making the process complex with So many envelopes Which are but a nonsense. Too much drama for an ultimate count up, How many ballot papers, What the tin box number, The booth number, The polling party number? A volley of questions, a vortex of imagery, Send the report every two hours, Male electors who cast their votes, The female voters who cast their votes To the especially arranged for the sector office. Who the duplicate voter, who the original, On which finger to give the indelible ink mark over, Plus and minus the sum total, The ballot papers signed and unsigned packed into the envelopes Of their type? Packing the luggage and sealing the box, report to as for departure And go with the party To the sector office to deposit the things Tallying with ditto during the night time And they will after calculated properly Otherwise wait for in the open Tallying with the sum laboriously, Dozing and doing Hare Rama, hare Krishna With the heavy load of sealed boxes. Seshan, your gambol and frolic, like I not, Why to bluff about the Indian elections, Had there been not the first election commissioner And other chief election commissioners And think of those IAS officers lying sidetracked Who topped your batch? Take the boxes and the bundles of papers and get ready To start for an undestined destination, unclosed location, Leave in the dark, Eat not, Arise before 6 a.m.of the morning And start taking votes. Without having breakfast in the morning and dinner During the midday, You take the votes, If the lines and queues are there And go on doing till the lines exhaust, The bar time being 5 p.m. and even after If they can be seen waiting. So distraught and devastated with, I do not Take a colourful view of the Indian elections Rather think of simplifying, Lock the box simply, Total votes polled And the rest unused ballot-papers.