The cascading Modi wave, gathering nations rage,
and just how perfectly he manages to be so suave.
The broom promises to sweep and
changes its course with a leap.
The Gandhi scions shine, making every prose
of the campaign rhyme.
Channels, papers and bus stands,
all chanting the same rants.
Not a sight to spare,
with an inability to bear.
It's time to vote, it's time for notes,
in the heads they rote.
Speeches, breaches all aboard,
with spur of shows on the road.
While they continue to harangue,
the opposition continues to bewilderingly slam.
It's time for Modi, threatened by AAP,
Congress's mind is boggling sharp.
Money's flowing like its a joke,
Victory being the only hope.
What about the voters?
Who do we vote?
We want change, not false claims,
When we don't even know candidates names.
New PM is bound to come,
to give our country a run.
Let's be more aware of what they've done,
so that we shine brighter than the sun.
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