Hear, Hear My Friends, My Citizens
My Countrymen, My constituents.
A Tale of Tragedy, I speak of,
Of Drama, Money Crunching and Rancor.
Of Shattered Dreams and Broken Limbs,
Of Brazen Opposition and a Stuttering Prince,
Even of the Anna’s Aanshan, where you throng,
I speak it all in this telltale song.
Why did I, God, ever dream?
Of choosing a life that’s so in the immoral realm.
Why, blast you, I ever agreed?
To take up a job, countering jabs, with my cabinet file (as shield).
A thankless Job, I tell you it is,
With ‘All Strings Attached’, with Ms. Gandhi as my puppeteer that is.
A Regent, some may call me,
Keeping the seat warm for Rahul Baba to oversee.
Born in Punjab, educated in England,
My interest lies in money, stocks, bonds and the economic trend.
Yo Man! I was a Governor in R.B.I.,
Loosening stupid laws, keeping in leash the ‘deficit’ that was sky high!
I saved your pretty fundaments when no one cared,
In the time when the Demons of License Raj made you scared.
Curse me, slander me, jeer me, mock me,
For all the good that I have done, you know that you owe me.
On Hard Times, it seems, I have fallen on,
Brushed away by the sands of time all the accolades that I have won.
Pranab da snubs me, Mamata drubs me,
While Jairam Ramesh is always out of line,
Ajay Maken just always whines.
Sharad Pawar is not a close bud,
Chidambaram, though effective, has tainted blood.
Sushil Kumar makes horrendous blunders,
What’s Mukul Roy doing – everyone wonders?
While Salman Khurshid is in the media glare,
The controversies they court, I don’t even have time to stand and stare.
My life, it seems is a melancholic tale,
My supporters dwindling, the ones who are left continually wail.
Making my mincemeat, Anna likes, yes he does,
Mamata leaves no tables unturned to aggravate my woes.
But remember one thing, my dear citizen,
Take this, all the P.M. aspirants, as a lesson,
That no amount of good that you do is ever gonna raise,
In the eyes of public or media, the rightful praise.
Though saddened by the prospect, but determined,
I stand upright, obstinate not to go down without a fight.
I will sing this tune, till the Opposition’s ears ring,
I am a fighter and my name is Manmohan Singh.
Alienman 