Prime Minister. Poem by Hardik Vaidya
Prime Minister.
Prime Minister.
Yes minister.
No never know minister.
Minuscule minister.
Cubes of ice, frozen.
Lying in your freezer.
Minds being sculpted,
In deep freeze,
No thaw,
Minister you will melt.
But Prime Minister,
No cuts,
Short ones,
Like skirts,
No Jugaad.
This nation is not a three wheeler.
It has future,
Denied by you.
Do not fix it,
Build it.
Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.
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