With the crowd swarming in the front,
Excitement rushing through the blood,
Blurted out the promises that,
Wasn’t in the speech script,
Emotions were high,
Them accepting me was nigh,
Displayed a performance so dramatic,
The vote banks seemed ecstatic,
Believed in every beguiling words of mine,
Knew even if I had declared to see them in moon,
The next time they arrived for my play,
They would have surely booked the front row.
“I deserve an Oscar.” Exulted I,
After finishing the one and half hour skit.
“Then so do many other real life people,
Who display a world class performance,
Make us believe in getting us the stars,
But behind the plain sight,
Instigate and make us fight wars.”
Said my cue card holder very casually.
As I moved out of the stage,
The words I spoke during the farce,
Started resonating in my ears,
My overacting was sure a hit with the mass,
But I didn’t want to look like someone who I wasn’t,
Wanting to correct it at once turned back,
Wished to grab the mike,
And cry out from my heart,
That I was no politician.
I was just a performer,
Who acts for a day,
Not for the whole life time!
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