2015

We will crouch to kiss your paws

We your area boys

Just hand us our bundle of mints

And we shall sing your praises even in our sleep

We will wear your face on our chests

Grind in the streets to the songs of your name

We will glue your posters on our fences

Defacing the walls for our hero

But when you win and the 'Hurrays!' peter out

These posters will lose their gloss

After our tropical sun

And our heavy rains

Have rained on them

Though the fences heave in relief

Our skins will still glisten

With the snake oil you sold us

Then after your four years of pomp

Or – yes– even eight years of pageantry

Your vaunted name shall fizzle out

7Up left open for too long

Our eyes will squint in slow remembrance

As we shuffle through the files of our brains

To remember you,our hero past

And all your achievements–

Gaudy castles on quicksand

Will tilt and crumble

By just a slight poke of a gentle breeze

(image courtesy www.weekinbehia.com)