Monday, December 21, 2020

The feast, The Fest and The Fast.

The minister, without any jitter,
Moves from state to state.
To tell the people , With drums and dribble,
Without any haste.

With the people surrounded, Opposition grounded,
Speeching of love to gain fame.
Hoping for a majority, with the authority,
He makes so many claims.

But there's a say, at the end of the day, at least
 to have a scrumptious feast.

The other one follows, with the loud bellows,
Screaming for the steam not to cool down.
His emotions are high, with red glittering eye,
To take down the one with the crown.

He makes another claim, but results the same,
With people agitated with these.
"Previous claims were hollow, how can we swallow,"
Do they want them to cease?

But He moves ahead, to have some rest
He's headed to inaugurate The Fest.

Another scene, no minister on big screen,
With the agitation in masses.
These are the farmers, the real charmers,
On the roads and grasses.

Shivering in cold, but bolder than bold,
Showing the strength to withstand.
Many wants them to redicule, called them the fool,
But they understand and comprehend.

During the tide, some even died,
But the agitation grows stronger.
Let's see, will they glee,
Or the agitation will go longer.

To see this longlast, we are aghast,
Now the farmers are on The Fast.