He has flown off his nation, but the dubious glory does not fade
Lalit fights his battles from the beaches of Montenegro
When he is not holidaying, he is stirring up an ugly row!
The Other Modi, shall we call him now?
He’s always in the news when push comes to shove
An iron fist lurks behind his velvet glove
Gives prime-time its grist and grime, somehow!
A Tharoor lost his job, and it was all out on Twitter
Before we could sense that glitter rhymed with litter
The folks were glam but their fights were quite bitter
Our Modi showed he was anything but a quitter
He midwifed the IPL, posed with cheerleaders
Turned cricket into a game of horse-breeders
Money flowed easy, and there were parties and fun
(though the gentleman’s game faced a gun!)
But there was a twist in the tale, when its czars fought
Mr. Modi was sent back to his desert state’s drought
In flew missiles on his financial deals
Cricket turned chess – with wheels within wheels!
The folks who said this Modi was a meanie
Found a big beast in the redoubtable Srini
One thing led to the other, and our man was in London
The star of cricket’s new glory, found himself undone
Cricket is India’s favourite game, but politics is bigger
Many netas were close to this venerable gold digger
As news abounds on his friends in high places
Karma comes back to haunt some famous faces!
He vows to sink all in a kiss-and-tell revenge
Ah, we wait to see politics take a new plunge
IPL may have been fixed, but this match looks real
So what if it looks ugly – and somewhat surreal?