A young truant leader carrying the Gandhi name,
Thought of minority bashing as gateway to fame,
The Election Commission did get hold,
Of a CD containing his statements bold,
Now the country understands Varun’s double game.
II
In India, politics and elections make strange bedmates,
Leaders willing to ally given right incentives and rates,
Corrupt farmer, an errant teacher, a fodder chor,
Criminals, convicts and a circus of many more,
For being elected once more, all are the prime candidates.
III
Then there was this very smart and pretty looking dame,
For getting married, she changed her religion and name,
Under pressure her political paramour ran for cover,
Without even the courtesy of telling her it’s all over,
She believed her politician would stand up, O what a shame.
IV
A tin pot dictator of an Asian country small,
Produced mujahideens to aid the Soviet fall,
This group into a monster grew,
Into its fold all fanatics it drew,
And is consuming the country and its people all.