The Impostor
The Impostor
And then came the dream merchant
Promises galore for one and all
Riding on the wave of good times and jobs for all
Talked of an utopian land where things were perfect
Posed himself as the God's best gift to land of Indus
Alas! We took his bait, hook line and sinker
All his promises went down the drain
In times to come he showed his true colors
An impostor having lust of power with no qualms
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