With a creased forehead, crooked smile and a grim look on his face, Raghavan gingerly entered the room. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and recollected what one of them had said.
“The sun will rise once again,
With renewed hopes and yen
To grow together
Once we dethrone the charmer.”
He simply shook his head sideways and didn’t even bother to recollect what the other candidate had said.
“Neither candidates seem capable of ruling and governing the country”, he muttered under his breath and cast his vote gingerly for the lesser of the two evils.