Once the pillar, the mighty force
Now a ship that’s lost its course
The Indian National Congress they say
A glorious past, but a fading day.
The Nehruvian dream, a tale of pride
Now buried deep in ego’s tide
Dynasty rules, the throne is kept
While merit waits, ignored, and swept
Promises made, like castles in air
But action? Oh, that’s rare and spare
Policies swing like a pendulum wide
Confusion reigns, with no guide inside
The hand that fed the nation’s soul
Now clutches power as its only goal
Reforms delayed, excuses flow
“Blame it on others, that’s all we know”
Elections come, and masks are worn
Ideals traded, alliances torn
Opposition sharp, but vision weak
The people’s trust, they seldom seek
From Quit India to quitting ground
The party’s voice, a hollow sound
Once a beacon, a nation’s pride
Now a relic, struggling to survive.
But history calls, the stage is set
Congress will fade to regret
The people wait, the clock does chime
It wouldn’t evolve, just lose to time