There is nothing quite like poetry to dissipate tension and while everybody knows that Vikas Purush is a poet of some eminence, there is much less awareness of the fact that poetry also stirs in the breast of Louh Purush. I, therefore, thought it fit to bring you two poems that India’s Power Purush composed during breaks from hectic parleys at last week’s chintan baithak in suburban Mumbai.VIKAS PURUSHI look at every face here,As they clap and cheer.What are they thinking?Are they smirking, winking?What plots are they cooking?At what scenarios looking?They try to keep me cheerful,With praise by the earful.Woo me with rasmalai and puranpoli,Soft gulab jamun, crisp jalebi.All of which I appreciate fully.And acknowledge fulsomely.But the question still hovers,What goes on under covers?’Cos with Venkaiah Purush,One feels very unsure-ish.I’ve said this often before,And I’ll say it once more.If it’s lonely being a bachelor,Being prime minister, ismore so.O yes, there are peoplebowing,Singing hosannas and saluting.But I don’t trust their eyes,And I don’t trust their smiles.I don’t trust their conversations,I don’t trust their observations.If they have their way, I swear,They’ll make me a performing bear.To get votes, I’ll have to dance,While they seize the main chance.Too bad, alas, they’ve got to know,That from now on I’ll run my show.They must know that I’m not tired,And in no mood to get retired.My knees are now as good as newAs for plans, I’ve still a few.Therefore, all ye ambitious purush,It won’t help to shove and push.It will be a while before I quit,So eat your heart out and bite the bit.How’s this for electoral poetry?Phir Ek Bari, Atal Behari!LOUH PURUSHWho says that only AtaljiCan cough up great poetry?If he can write, well so can I,If he can be PM, my time is nigh.At the same time, I do repeat,India lies at Atalji’s feet.And inspired by his oratory,Let’s surge towards victory.Didn’t you see me in Washington?And shaking Tony’s hands in London?If Atalji can sip Evian with Chirac,The Deputy, too, can keep on track.At the same time, I do repeat,India lies at Atalji’s feet.And inspired by his oratory,Let’s surge towards victory.But, frankly, this is the time,When Iron Men should draw the line.Men of stern mein and strong vision,Men, like me, blessed with a mission.At the same time, I do repeat,India lies at Atalji’s feet.And inspired by his oratory,Let’s surge towards victory.Remember the time I rode the rath?Shook the nation with my wrath?When I said, we’ll build the temple,Our enemies watched, all a-tremble.At the same time, I do repeat,India lies at Atalji’s feet.And inspired by his oratory,Let’s surge towards victory.’Twas I who said, cross the border,Make those Pakis into canon fodder.’Twas I who ensured we came to power,Iron Men are the need of the hour.At the same time, I do repeat,India lies at Atalji’s feet. And inspired by his oratory,Let’s surge towards victory.But how’s this for poll poetry?Ab Ki Bari, L.K. Advani!
