The Iron lady marches on
The Cyber trooper boss eats mails
What the outcome in next year poll?
Will there be a challenge of Wanita Chief post?
The groundwork is laid
The grumblings go to the women
Fight it out in the ring
The guys ogle in silence
The supporters and detractors
Each claims to know the truth
Nothing will be known
Until the powerful lord says it so
The women fight
The guys watch in spirit and dime
With popcorn in paper bags
Pop it up let the changes light
The Iron lady watches
Rust succumbs on its railings
Aging process time to go
Enough has been said
Exit the door before it collapses
The Cyber trooper’s chief
Gear it up in space
Mischievous devices plug-in holes
Time to go up
Otherwise go down in empty space
The traffic signals a race
Will there be a F1 car?
Will there be a super-bike face?
It is too early to decide
The light is still red
The contestants just warming up
Putting perfume and scarves
Waiting for a signal
Then they will decide
The windy wind crying
Cloudy clouds misty sky
The temperature is rising
Hot or cold nobody knows
Every one waiting
For the flag to signal
Let there be a race
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