Oh,the Seasons !

Spring strikes us with pollen;

Summer shoots up blisters;

Autumn shakes the bottom;

Winter chills each one's breath.

Politics has its own seasons.

It springs a surge of surprises.

With hand in hand as comrades,

People fight together,to win elections.

Once they win,they raise the heat

Like Summer,boiling for positions; 

Those who happily shook hands before,

Begin to shake,each other's base and space, 

Rivals wreck them by raising the rift

To cause a shift of power in their favour.

Backstabs chill and choke the breath,

Like brutal winter breaking the neck.

But 'seasoned' leaders win the game of power,

As they bravely fought all seasons,hour to hour.

P.Chandrasekaran