Valentine's Prey

On V-Day he will give you a ring
With rose bouquets he will sing, 
You'll soon discover
He's a two-timing lover
You're just one in a series of flings.

The Statues' Handbags

When farmer's protests began to drag 

Mayawati snarled angrily and bragged:

"Police with firearms 

Nab leaders in farms,

And ignore my statues with handbags."

Happy Birthday Queen Mahamaya

Mayawati is now Mahamaya,
On her birthday she does aspire,
Present garlands of cash
And an ATM for the stash,
Disobey, the consequences will be dire.

The MPs' Money Mantra

Voter, can you spare me a crore,

Why do you create such a furor?

I'll keep you in chains, 

Why do you complain? 

I'll be back looting some more.

With apologies to "Brother, can you spare me a dime?" a 1931 song of the Great Depression.

The grand racketeering maestro

With crores Mayawati's coffers overflow,
Her enemies are quivering scarecrows
"My garlands will now have gold coins
I've ordered the BSP forthwith to purloin
My foes are fatuous tyros, I'm the grand racketeering maestro."

Never question Queen Mayawati, be you Brahmin, Dalit or an insect.

At the Lucknow rally, honey bees skydived,

Mistook the 5 crore rupee garland for a beehive,

The paper notes made the bees confused

But Mayawati was not amused

As bees encircled overhead, nectar deprived.

Mayawati's commandos were taken aback

Their AK 47s couldn't thwart the sudden bushwhack

The bees became vicious

Madam M grew suspicious

"If it's not Rahul, then the Taliban have launched a cross border attack."

The police chief was summoned to eject

The Lucknow bees who were suspect

"Indict them under the criminal code

Imprison them in a high security abode.

Never question Queen Mayawati, be you Brahmin, Dalit or an insect."