“It’s fun, a past time for the public to hear the refrain BAN-BAN !
It all began with your policy to banish our– the Opposition’s– man !
Tit for tat,because in your regime, you had tied us up:
So,now, we will watch you drink from the same cup”.
“You steal the honor by putting ASHOKA on a stamp;
We’ll do better by having a “live” one on the ramp !
You corner the savant’s space under the hoary tree–
we will grow cloned “Ashoka” climbers on it soon, for free..”
One wistfully recalls how Ashoka was a favorite Supari :
And,liking it didn’t risk being banished to a far off Sharry !
So,in frolic, you could gorge on it without raising a sweat
And,for all that, a sermon utmost was what one would get !
Today,as a tourist, if you are stepping on the Ashoka Road,
You are on your toes unsure you aren’t carrying a moral load ?
For starters, not walking bare foot could be a culpable crime
And, entail you to pay the fixed fine or serve–in the can–time ?
Political parties spar on the issue of the public ban,
Cleverly scoring brownie points as many as they can.
Between the Devil and the Deep Sea, it’s futile to negotiate–
The flocks reconcile to sloganeering as their new opiate !
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