In times of dread and homes ablaze,

Where were you in those dark days?

Not when votes call, nor banners high,

Did you hear the pleas, as people cry?

Eleven months, a silent wait,

Till elections loom, your slated fate.

But amidst the chaos, where hearts break,

You stayed distant, till polls wake.

Houses crumbled, lives torn apart,

Yet you waited, playing your part.

Now, as ballots draw near, you stand tall,

To visit the state, where woes befall.

But can your visit mend the wounds so deep,

Or is it just a promise, shallow and cheap?

For perseverance in politics, it’s often said,

Shouldn’t wait till elections, but be there instead.

Let’s not forget amidst the election’s throng,

The lives lost, the suffering, for so long.

In life’s rhythm, let compassion lead the way,

Not just on voting day, but every single day