Vote Ink

The ink has not left my nail,

Empty promises were made! 

Now it’s just all quiet! 

They removed the vendors from the streets, 

Which would mean we only use De’needs 

Hurried works for Jio posts were seen,

Burrowing into newly laid roads, through the puddles made by the rain. 

The drains are clogged, 

Weed and grass grow in between the cracks of the pathways

I paid my dues, but whose job is it anyway? 

We are all just litters that are ripped apart by hungry dogs.