Grey skies greeted him
As he walked off the tarmac
Further down he noticed
A black flag demonstation
And a lot of slogan shouting
He stopped in his tracks
Wondering why they seemed
To be directing their ire at him
He could not fathom the reason
Putting on the stiff upper lip
And a very brave front he walked
Towards the demonstators
All the while wondering if
Had chosen the right path
By going into national politics
He had made no speeches
Nor had he accepted any
Inappropriate expensive garlands
But as he came closer he heard
The shouts very loud and clear
From his own party men and women
'Stop tweeting or we'll ban Twitter'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely...our man wants to make tweeter his PRO...INDIA still has a lot of people who are not aware of the social media...moreover calamities strike down such modes of communication