after 49 days
of power dharnas
came deathly throes
the greatest protest
to fight the elections
all over india was
what he chose
chapter closed
the battle of
varnasi a fatal
overdose
trampled rose
the flesh was
willing the soul
stubbornly froze
now trying to
awaken itself
as the ranks
close a poetic
pause as prose
a broom lies
by the wayside
once active
in clearing
dirt now
in sweet
repose
politics is not only about honesty
it is about good governance
shrewd application of mind
a peacock among crows
