Politician

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Can you make and figure it out? Who it can be and probably what about? Round face, clumsy body with belly out We can easily think and make it out “What is secret of your being in field? Is it money, fame or power to yield? ” I parried question to a well-known leader Who was considered to be a well known cheater He boosted him self by arrogant words Good oratory and words was his sword No respect for ordinary man’s world Lukewarm response and attitude cold They may differ and raise the slogans Threaten with demonstration and attack with gun I shall stick to the position and never budge How can they decide my future and judge? I am not sage or holy saint People may starve and in street faint Media may publish and bad figure paint What it will do…………………… People may starve as prices soar I will shed tears but lions like roar There may be hue, cry and uproar I will curse the luck but blessings shower What do I know about national honour? Money and fame is only need of an hour I shall have domestic as well as foreign tours It will be at the cost of exchequer and yours National wealth will be simply siphoned Unknown wealth amassed and assets owned No one may dare to raise the question Everybody is same so out of question I may last long and nothing to fear Insult, shame and blame I bear So many accusations I may come across and hear I will cry with people but shedding crocodile tears

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