Theme: Hopes

Poll and After....

by K.S. Subramanian
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The tumult on roads distant from home
ever reaches one through the window;
Poll fever in the shape of banners leaves
one with a twisted hope on brow.
The mark on the forefinger is a symbol
of right, not a windfall of your choice;
The shape of morrow is not in your ken,
the waves on Sensex, flight of price.
With it comes a festive ambience,
more bytes than fury, then the fun;
Until the countdown narrows down,
Hope tied to the drip of oxygen.


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