The Drama enfolds.
The actors appear for their best performances
(Not literally though)
Yet they say they are the best.
Say? They proclaim it aloud.
The game of mudslinging they indulge in.
And they are good at it.
And only thing they are good at.
Accusations fly, the air is thick and hot.
None to be left behind.
It’s the Kumbh of democracy.
All want a dip in the confluence of power.
But the dilemma shall prevail.
For the good words veil the intent.
No touchstone could revel
The good from bad.
Yet The We would choose.
And bundle the bouquet of thorns
And gift it our own selves.