Homely Minister

Our dear Home Minister

Chieftain of our clan

The benevolent deliverer

Of the common man

Mighty guardian of our land and water

The phantom of terror grows

Haunting new cities

Its sceptre of death, cloak of sorrows

Snubbed authorities

And bombed Delhi under his righteous nose!

"Oh, yes!" he says with a frown"

I addressed the press

Dressed in black, and later changed to brown

For that suits me best

And chaperoned her highness ‘round the town."

What a stately attitude!

Attires are crucial

To disasters of such magnitude

And yet some dispel

Such humble gestures as being vain and crude

"They pick on my speeches too

Brand them insipid

But though I don’t say anything new

And appear placid

Doesn’t the oft repeated start to ring true?"

Ah, that’s a sure sign of might

Taking a tough stance

Condemning the act, resolving to fight

And who knows, by chance

A few jihadis may even die of fright!

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