Wherever he went he made fool of himself
He was unable to read simple text from a book shelf
he dreamt of grabbing the Pms chair
He thought on elections all was fair
In parliament he fell asleep
At best in gatherings he could weep
His mom pulled her hair in despair
The congress finally crashed beyond repair
Now the party wants him to be party chief
Although he can not speak for a moment brief
they hope he would lead congress to the top
Although he failed in duties without a stop
It is better he goes to some school
Instead becoming a tragic fool
Better he learns. Some tricks of his trade
Although out of some hide he has been made
They say Nehru siblings are born to rule
Although if a guy is a a mere mule
Sonia's dreams have crashed fathoms deep
They have no way now except to weep
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