Vote for me, vote for me, they all shout
They think they have won, without a bout
Among themselves they fight, to get that ticket
Their impressive qualities is what they exhibit
Sweets they distribute, when they get that ticket
Celebrate it like a bowler, who's got his maiden wicket
Then the fight gets ahead, down on the road
A shipload of prizes, they start to unload
A list of freebies they spill out their throat
All their time in the world, to this cause they devote
Some show that Lotus, while some show the Hand
But we know that they are the same band
The new ones, who rise, take up fancy symbols
All have hidden intentions, yet say they are single
The road shows and rallies, it's all a showcase
What matters in the end, is that briefcase
It's us, voters, whom, they all fear
And so try to tempt us, with cash and beer
The voters now have become smart
Not someone, to be bought in a mart
They know it's their right, they know it's their duty
They know who to bring, an experienced or a rookie
So go to the booths, and make your finger blue
Don't make an excuse, that you have got flu
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"It's not just your right. It is your duty to cast a vote. Never falter in it."
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Rhyme, Rhythm and Poetry
PoetryPoetry serves as a way to express emotions. It gives words to what we think about everything around us. Things which we could have said so easily. But, when they are expressed in poems, "it feels special"
