When people plunge into politics,
Their images reflect them differently.
Politics is of course,not a murky mirror.
But when murky people stand before it,
They change its right reflection theories.
Fair people set right the fissures in the mirror.
But foul men fix fissures,to match their looks.
Some leaders believe,they make their following.
While others conceive themselves,in them.
Today concocted crowds cheer the leaders.
Food and funds,transport political faiths,
From place to place,from pillar to post,
To create a celluloid kind of hallucination.
When reality is a reflection of free fiction,
Heroes of the screen are hyped as Harbingers
Of new life,to systems and structures in disarray.
Caste is the storyline and corruption,the constant
Production house,with religion as its backdrop.
Plunge or made to plunge,by'play back'pundits,
Beware of the folks present in the concocted crowd.
Their food and fund cannot reflect their faith.
When people drive on political roads,with a pattern,
It is good they watch closely their rear view mirrors.
Objects in the mirror may be closer than they appear.
But objectives are more far off,than they appear to be.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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