Rahul alone my perfect image bears,
Mature in dullness from his tender years.
Rahul alone, of all Congis, is he
Who stands confirm'd in full stupidity
The rest Congislike Jairam Ramesh to some faint
meaning make pretence,
But Rahul never deviates into sense.
Some beams of wit on Manish Tiwari may fall,
Strike through and make a lucid interval;
But Rahul's genuine night admits no ray,
His rising fogs prevail upon the day:
Now Empress Sonia had publisht the renown,
Of Shehzada's coronation through the town.
Rous'd by report of fame, all the congis meet,
From Sadakat Ashram, and Akbar Road-street
No Persian carpets spread th'imperial way,
But scatter'd limbs of torn party poster lay:
But loads of torn ordinace almost choked the way
From dusty town of Amethi congi chamchas came,
The confused prince in majesty appear'd,
High on a throne of his own labours rear'd.
At his right hand his Diggi chacha sat
Congress other hope, and pillar of the state.
Kapil Sibal's brows thick fogs, instead of glories, grace,
And lambent dullness play'd around his face.
So Rahul swore, nor should his vow be vain,
That he till death true dullness would maintain;
And in his Dynasty's right, and Congress's defence,
Ne'er to have peace with wit, nor truce with sense.
The Queen Sonia herself the sacred unction made,
As Queen by office, and as looteri by trade:
In his sinister hand, instead of ball,
She plac'd a mighty mug of potent ale;
Just at that point of time, if fame not lie,
On his left hand twelve reverend owls did fly.
Presage of sway from twice six vultures took.
Th'admiring throng loud acclamations make,
And omens of his future empire take.
Then Sonia shook the honours of her head,
And from her brows damps of oblivion shed
Full on the motherly pamper: long she stood,
Repelling from her heart the raging god;
At length burst out in this prophetic mood:
Heavens bless my son, from Kashmir to Kanyakumari let him reign
From North East s Western main
Of his dominion may no end be known,
And greater than his Dadi's father's be his throne.
She paus'd, and all the Congressi chamchas cry'd Amen.
Then thus, continu'd she, my son advance
Still in new impudence, new ignorance.
Success let other teach, learn you from Diggi
Pangs without birth, and fruitless industry.
Lost elections and rallies he quit;
Yet not one thought accuse thy toil of wit.
Let gentle A K Antony in triumph tread the stage,
Let Allies betray, and Mamata rage;
Let Renuka,Shoma,Sanjay, charm the pit,
And in their folly show the Prince's wit.
Yet still these fools shall stand in your defence,
And justify their Shehzada's want of sense.
Mature in dullness from his tender years.
Rahul alone, of all Congis, is he
Who stands confirm'd in full stupidity
The rest Congislike Jairam Ramesh to some faint
meaning make pretence,
But Rahul never deviates into sense.
Some beams of wit on Manish Tiwari may fall,
Strike through and make a lucid interval;
But Rahul's genuine night admits no ray,
His rising fogs prevail upon the day:
Now Empress Sonia had publisht the renown,
Of Shehzada's coronation through the town.
Rous'd by report of fame, all the congis meet,
From Sadakat Ashram, and Akbar Road-street
No Persian carpets spread th'imperial way,
But scatter'd limbs of torn party poster lay:
But loads of torn ordinace almost choked the way
From dusty town of Amethi congi chamchas came,
The confused prince in majesty appear'd,
High on a throne of his own labours rear'd.
At his right hand his Diggi chacha sat
Congress other hope, and pillar of the state.
Kapil Sibal's brows thick fogs, instead of glories, grace,
And lambent dullness play'd around his face.
So Rahul swore, nor should his vow be vain,
That he till death true dullness would maintain;
And in his Dynasty's right, and Congress's defence,
Ne'er to have peace with wit, nor truce with sense.
The Queen Sonia herself the sacred unction made,
As Queen by office, and as looteri by trade:
In his sinister hand, instead of ball,
She plac'd a mighty mug of potent ale;
Just at that point of time, if fame not lie,
On his left hand twelve reverend owls did fly.
Presage of sway from twice six vultures took.
Th'admiring throng loud acclamations make,
And omens of his future empire take.
Then Sonia shook the honours of her head,
And from her brows damps of oblivion shed
Full on the motherly pamper: long she stood,
Repelling from her heart the raging god;
At length burst out in this prophetic mood:
Heavens bless my son, from Kashmir to Kanyakumari let him reign
From North East s Western main
Of his dominion may no end be known,
And greater than his Dadi's father's be his throne.
She paus'd, and all the Congressi chamchas cry'd Amen.
Then thus, continu'd she, my son advance
Still in new impudence, new ignorance.
Success let other teach, learn you from Diggi
Pangs without birth, and fruitless industry.
Lost elections and rallies he quit;
Yet not one thought accuse thy toil of wit.
Let gentle A K Antony in triumph tread the stage,
Let Allies betray, and Mamata rage;
Let Renuka,Shoma,Sanjay, charm the pit,
And in their folly show the Prince's wit.
Yet still these fools shall stand in your defence,
And justify their Shehzada's want of sense.
