Vote Thief Exposed: Modi Deploys Dirty Tricks in Bihar, Gets Caught Red-Handed

 

Vote Thief Exposed: Modi Deploys Dirty Tricks in Bihar, Gets Caught Red-Handed

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Hindi Version: https://rakeshinsightfulgaze.blogspot.com/2025/08/blog-post_29.html

Modi’s frustrations are spilling over as he can no longer stop the movement that has ignited in Bihar—one that threatens to spread like wildfire across India. Desperate to divert the nation’s attention, he tried to pull another rabbit from his political hat. After Rahul Gandhi and Tejashwi Yadav had finished their speeches and left the podium, a planted mischief-maker grabbed the microphone and spewed abusive language against Modi’s mother.

It was a cheap stunt—one that no one in the Mahagathbandhan could possibly have benefited from—and the crowd knew it. The man was quickly beaten up by supporters and arrested on the spot, a sharp contrast to the BJP, which routinely shields its leaders even when they hurl vile abuse at opposition figures. Modi himself is infamous for using language against Congress leaders that even children brawling in the street would shy away from.

Yet for the Godi media, this was a golden distraction. They finally had something negative to broadcast about the Voting Rights Rally led by Rahul and Tejashwi, while conveniently forgetting the countless times BJP leaders themselves have crossed every line of decency.

But the spin didn’t last. Soon, pictures surfaced of this man with BJP leaders, exposing him as an impostor—planted to disrupt the rally and smear its message. It was the same tired Modi playbook: create chaos, play the victim, and twist the headlines. But this time, the mask slipped.

The episode laid bare just how rattled Modi and the NDA have become at the prospect of losing Bihar. And they know what that means: a loss in Bihar could be the crack that topples their grip on power at the center.

And so, here is a poem that captures what is going on inside Modi’s mind—and the rising roar of a people who are no longer afraid to call him out.

 

Modi’s Deeds

How do we tell the world of Modi’s fear?
Rahul stands tall, and panic is near.
In Bihar, the crowd came surging in streams,
That sight alone shattered Modi’s dreams.

Now even Modi’s theft is caught,
The trick he’s played in every vote.
With stolen wins he wore the crown,
Looting the nation, dragging it down.

The world now calls him “Vote Thief” plain,
Modi hides his face in shame.
He cannot say, he cannot deny,
The vault was open caught red-eye.

Hands in the treasury, bloodstains clear,
How can he spin it, year by year?
Rahul stripped him bare, street on stage,
Crowned him “Vote Thief” in history’s page.

Modi thinks the world will forget,
A massacre staged, a diversion set.
But the world has learned his dirty game,
His deeds of shame, his tricks of blame.

He stirs up mobs, unleashes his men,
Starts hooliganism again and again.
Even pays crowds to hurl the slur,
Then claims, “They abused me, sir!”

Breaking Congress strongholds down,
While police just smiled, circling around.
Then crocodile tears he loudly weeps,
While his gang the chant repeats.

Why does Modi steal each vote?
He’ll never answer, never quote.
He hides from issues, dodges blame,
Escaping questions is his game.

The one he mocked as “Pappu” small,
Now towers above, outsmarts it all.
He spins Modi like a child’s toy,
A twist of fate he can’t destroy.

Lions don’t hide they roar with pride,
No jungle keeps them forced inside.
But Modi’s no lion, the people know,
He ducks in holes when Rahul shows.

Eleven years, one obsession in sight:
Trap Rahul he’s feared his might.
When Rahul roars like a lion’s cry,
Modi runs to the bathroom to hide.

The day power changes in this land,
Modi won’t escape, won’t withstand.
The “jhola” he brags will toss him away,
Even his bag will refuse to stay.

The people will tally every deed,
Every theft, each planted seed.
Where their money was thrown away,
The nation’s hand will make him pay.

The thieves around him now tremble in dread,
Knowing the end is up ahead.
When power flips, as one day it will,
Where will they run, where hide their guilt?

The people are waking, raising their voice,
Asking Modi: “What was your choice?
What have you done, show us proof!”
Your promises vanish hollow spoof.

You robbed the people, the lies are stark,
The pledges you made are lost in the dark.
Those promises now mean nothing at all,
Your fall awaits traitors must fall.