Aftermath

Declared at last the choice Disperses the mist No more blaring noise Hangs there the list! Foes made so are made friends Flow in bursts of congrats There’s no making amends It’s either bouquets or brickbats! The winners they must rejoice The losers there surely is none If something went wrong with the choice Take it as life’s another fun! It’s bidding for vote could be a coin’s toss To determine who could garner more popularity Whatever, must not suffer loss, Poetry, for that would be such pity!