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Now Sibal’s plan’s gone quite sour,
As more IITs tow the hard-line.
You know each thinks he’s a star,
Including Sibal who doesn’t give a dime.
Now Congress is left with only such types –
Spokesmen all, but no representatives,
English speaking is what Sonia likes,
Articulate lawyers on accented sedatives.
These days it’s all about the Upper House;
Sonia’s nominees and democracy’s grouse.
A Rajya Sabha seat is for servile royalty,
And Lok Sabha for wily yokels and loyalty.
A new breed forms the powers that be,
English speaking sycophants in plenty.
Now Dirty paper is downright entertaining,
As the rupee falls to 56 point 57.
Suicide rates in southern states are gaining;
And the economy inches closer to heaven.
A Principal over admission gets beaten,
The rain deficit is twenty four per cent.
Fined for cartelization, are companies in cement;
Now watch how their shares prices get eaten.
On the border they both say they won’t fuss.
It’s trade they will both boost instead,
But this new spin sounds both fake and dead.
Wonder what’s behind this double deception.
It’s weird like b_lls undergoing erection.
Are we plunging into a vortex deep,
Where it’s depressing to even converse.
And peace will come only from sleep,
For the news around is always perverse.
That’s why I call the newspaper, Dirty,
Though what it bravely reports is hard fact.
But when it’s not its job to resort to tact,
How can these verses have levity.
I know as a writer or poet I’m in danger,
Of being labeled activist or scavenger.
But how can my stanzas be brighter,
When the news makes paper, toilet paper.
That’s brings us dear reader to the root cause.
It’s a lavatory today; a country it once was.