My son, the election candidate,
To get power , its never too late;
To Gujarat , take a trip
All the costs you can skip,
Your mother's qualifications are great !
Ministers on your left, babus on the right,
So long as I'm there you dont need to fight,
For a start you can learn,
To grant things out of turn,
And whenever you wish, just take a big bite...
Lol! And that sure makes a poem! The rythm, the progress of the verse and of course the thought behind it! Poor mom and son! They are struggling hard, I guess!
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