I love your dimpled smile

I love your dimpled smile

And that naughty wink

I love your torn kurta

And those classy jeans

I love you telling BJP to spread love

While Congress and Communists spread true terror

Oh, it was lovely seeing you

Say one thing, while

Actually you meant the other.

So savvy yet so dumb, so humble yet patronizing

So respectful and yet condescending

That people remembered dogs

When thinking of your followers

Oh Prince of the Congress

You truly are loved.

I love you smearing your forehead with Sandalwood paste

And love you covering your head

While worshiping

You made me look for the Janeu

With new-found respect

Such a great Shiv-bhakt, you visited

Mansarovar and Kailas

You skipped Thailand and

Made Hindu feel you are ‘khaas’.

You are so eager to help the poor

To give them NYAY,

How does it matter if the Middle-class screams ‘ANYAY’?

You will waive off ‘Gabbar Singh Tax’

Because it was ill-conceived

You will introduce ‘Ghotala Shuruat Tax’

Because we love being deceived.

You care for the Kashmiris and hate Army cruelty

You are proud of the Army

Even if your Party was always silent about that

You care for the Students and hate Sedition

Tukde-tukde gangs have to be protected

After all, they are children of this Nation.

Deep is the love of some selected journalists

For you and your Party

They perpetually claim that

Modi hates freedom, he is a fascist

I love the way you fight for their

Freedom of expression & flow of words

When you know for sure that what they actually want

Is Freedom of the flow of drinks and those sweet foreign junkets.

I really love the way

You care for the country and want to rescue us

From the evils of BJP & Modi

How dare they remove the tag

Of a ‘developing nation’ from India?

When you and your sister are still politically developing

How can India race to victory?

Don’t worry, dear Prince

Green is the colour the signal to proceed

But don’t forget to ‘way & nod’ to Amethi on the way.