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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480546" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I am born to win</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am born to be the President<br>of my village where my caste dominates.<br>I have men to plan ahead and delete<br>the names of dissidents from the voters’ list.<br>If the people of minor castes seem to vote for me, <br>their names will be found in the corrected list<br>or else they will vanish. Thanks to the VAO.<br>Some hamlets denying votes to me will be added<br>to the Voters’ list of the nearby Panchayat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am fit to be an MLA<br>for I have loyal workers<br>to throw stones on the processions, <br>of my rivals in politics <br>and bribe the reporters to write<br>that people chased away my rival everywhere.<br>My hooligans will hack the volunteers<br>of my opponent who dare to defy me.<br>They will set ablaze the huts<br>which refuse to hang my photo on the wall.<br>Polling will end well with the grace of God<br>with a few hundred bogus votes<br>which my minions arrange to cast.<br>There will not be poor voter turn out, <br>for my men will press the button again and again<br>to swell the votes in the ballot unit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes a massive wave helps me<br>to be an MLA with folded hands, <br>when a popular leader dies. <br>Sometimes I will cause ripples of sympathy<br>by sacrificing my honest worker.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before the election, money slips out<br>of my micro inner pocket<br>and my cheap chappals get worn out. <br>But in the aftermath of the election<br>bags and suitcases in full <br>walk into my house before I wake up. <br>People’s boundless love baffles me! <br>Vendors of vegetables, fish and mutton<br>send their usual quota which knock<br>even on the doors of my neighbours.<br>How much can I put into this liquor –filled belly! <br>I’ m very friendly with my neighbours<br>for they will save me when my enemies<br>hunt me down with choppers and swords.<br>In daylight the learned men throng my house<br>but in the dark, seek my help the VIPS whom<br>people call rowdies and anti-socials.<br>My duty is to serve all the people! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am born to win but my opponents are to lose! <br>--------------</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rajendran+Muthiah">Rajendran Muthiah</a><div class=q>
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