BJP’s hulk and Advani’s sulk
He used to be the party president
Alas, now reduced to dissident
Mr. Advani, it seems, needs sympathy
Though it may not be his cup of tea.
Where is the man, the great patriot
who rode aboard a political chariot
Roiling the nation in Ninety-One
When saffron had an open season!
While the party is led by a famous hulk
Is it for a doyen to smirk and sulk?
The Lotus brigade must sit and think
As Mr A moves to raise a stink
Spectrum and coal, petrol and fuel
Make great stuff for political duel
But what do you do when scam busters
have in their ranks some shady hucksters?
Elections are coming, are they ready?
Or are they down with the weight of Yeddy?
NaMo is towering but he does have scars
Much as it’s true that he’s come far
Coal’s great ammo, but coalition’s a task
Who will stitch them? Is it too much to ask?
Mr A may well be Gadkari’s gadfly
But there’s more anguish than anger in his cry
Saffron’s a nice colour, but it must see red
If it doesn’t learn, it may end up dead
Walkie-walkie must go with talkie-talkie
Will someone tell this to the men in khakhi?