New Khadhi wearing Gandhi's

khadi wearing Gandhi's.
When you were thirsty your drinking waters came from the himalayas.

You astound the world.
They are all filled with deep admiration.
Of your carefully blend concoctions; well prepared scripts;
eloquent speeches,
polished motives, generosities, concerns, affectionate embraces.

But how can i shut my eyes.
My little village dies slowly in your arms
Plagued by your sweet promises.

Five years have gone.
Its voting time and you 're back.
There's almost no one in the village
The drinking water was poisoned
But you have come back with the same smile
Lucky for you that no one had Ghodse's gun.