Sir, at your summons
All shattered skeletons
Arrived in rally unmindful of scorching heat.
Our mild, sunken eyes
Got tired of waiting
You didn’t turn up.
Lads and lasses cried
Agonized by hunger and thirst
Not a trace of your presence around.
The entire crowd gave slogans,
Moved on shouting ‘victory to thee’.
But you didn’t show up.
The rally reached the office.
Raising slogans at the top of the voice.
You appeared from the scene from no where
The entire herd is under your sway.
Sir, these new emotions are being heard of apprehension.
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