PATRONISED ALONE!!! ARE WE???

AS HIS ROOM WAS DELUGED WITH SUNLIGHT
WITH A THORNING BEAM ON HIS EYES;
HE STIRRED OUT oF HIS BED To GET SOME SIGHT,
OF THE STRECHING TALE ONE MORE TIME.

WITH A FEW THIN FRECKLES ON HIS FORHEAD,
UNCLE RAGHUVEERA STOOD ERECT,
STARING AT THOSE FIVE DISCS MINGLED
TRIMMING THE NATION INTO A DEJECT.

In the first disc was a man with built,
yearning to be a lifting champ;
it just took a jiffy for his dreams to be spilled
and he ended up working for a construction plan.

Next was a child with hope in his eyes,
searching for some food in garbage;
his face glittered as he found a pie
and ran barefoot towards his friends to share.

Now there was a country girl,
who prefer to browse topics;
but her desire was let to curl
and she was married against her frolics.

Now comes a govt. Officer,
waylaiting a poor tribe;
pretending to be a philosopher
but smeakly taking bribe.

In the last disc he saw himself,
with threat in his eyes as he was in a train;
he seemed to walk as if he is an elf
with an everlasting lock on his brain.

THESE ARE THE 'CATCH-TWENTY TWO'
KEEPING THE NATION IN A TIGHT CORNER,
WITH THE NUMBER OF FIGHTERS VERY FEW,
ARE WE GOING TO SUFFER FOREVER?

THIS Is WHAT UNCLE RAGHUVEERA IMAGINES DAILY
BUT HIS TIME HIS EYES ARE FULL OF HOPE,
TO GET OUT OF THIS ENIGMA FAIRLY
HE STARTS HIS HUNT WITH A ROPE.

MY FRIENDS! WHY THIS ROPE IS ALWAYS SO THIN?
WHY ONLY IT'S UNCLE RAGHUVEERA ON FIRE?
LET ALL OF US JOIN HANDS WITH HIM,
TO PULL THE NATION OUT OF QUAGMIRE.