At the hustings

Flags and symbols facilitate parties.
Fake faces felicitate one another.
Alliance of opportunistic love,
And opposition of open hate,
Keep shuffling as trump cards.
Pawns are the people,who fall
Under their failure to perceive
Their preferences in their foresight
But harrow in their hindsight.

Flow of cash is their one time hope
Which they reap to its fullest finish.
Sounds steeply surpass speeches 
Showing hollowness of the brains,
Bound to the concept of currency
As money,but not as usage of words.
Amidst a long line of leaders,
There are empty lines of followers.
Who is to follow and who is worthy
Of following with the dignity of membership?

The ballot is a beaming piece of hope
Bailing bogged down batteries out of
Nagging political and social worries.
Each ballot at the hustings envisages
A trial and error trip to democracy.
Missing elections by a rejection process
As absence from voting,or N O T A, sidesteps 
Electoral obligations entrenched to one's soil
And makes adult franchise an awkward app.

Each exercise in voting is an endeavour
For laying the road map for redemption
Of justice and progress,from wrong choices
To represent every voter as their true voices
P. Chandrasekaran.