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Don't count the votes sir,
Count the death bodies instead,
These people will not vote anymore,
Nor will keep their point of view,
But they had voted for you,
don't forget it.

See the tears in the eyes who are left behind by them,
They will cast their votes tomorrow,
When they will go for voting,
They will shiver by the thought of dance of death,
See their shattered dreams,
which are far bigger than your dreams of today,
Tomorrow when you will be at the threshold of history,
These shattered dreams of theirs will not let you die in peace,
and
their unfulfilled dreams will not let you live!

Look into the eyes of the widow,
There is neither dreams nor aspirations,
Those empty eyes will follow you till your grave,
The politics of  breadth that you had played,
Had taken their groom away,
Those questions will not let you enjoy the setting sun in your old age.

Be scared of the pages of history books that will come in future,
It will be filled with blackest ink with your adventures,
Your future generations will ask you questions,
be scared of those tiny tongues
Which will not let you sleep in nights to come.

Be scared of those haunted spirits,
Who are roaming and will keep roaming,
for the black politics and its aspirations, their life were cut short,
For your love for politics their mornings were silenced for ever.

Those who had carried the coffins of their young adults child,
be scared of the ill-wishes they will throw on you,
Those old people who are arranging the coffin for themselves,
Be scared of all those half cries that's coming out of each house of my beloved, torn and shattered country.

You are a human and should get connected with humanity,
Otherwise, you will be scared to breathe every single breadth each morning and each night,
Try to clear your conscience sir,
Otherwise you will have to search for certificate to prove yourself to be human!