POLITICS

The fight which consists of slaps and kicks,

It is none other than politics.

There they throw a lot of tantrum

The sound is heard from Kashmir to Trivandrum.

A lot of fights take place here,

Of deaths all the politicians fear.

On each other they always prowl

Later on they give each other a dirty scowl

All the politicians eat so much and become a barrel,

After each and every minute they start a quarrel.

They create unwanted regulations and rules,

They throw on each other their dirty mules.

All day they do nothing but sulk

They act like the incredible hulk.

They look like monsters wearing those spectacles,

They do nothing for us but create obstacles.

But all I learn in civics,

Is nothing but politics.