when elected, lawmakers go to town
with much noise, as if all roads they own
for five years they lie low
as they have nothing to show
with nil on ten as score, they look like clowns
sportsmen, when selected, are modest
grateful to get chance to join a.test
post-gold, Das - India's toast
pre-race, none knew her, to.boast
'trophy is at end, when one bests the rest'
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