“Sorry”
Beggars would not say
At the early morning of
Republic day and Independence Day
“Sorry”
Could not utter by a hunger child
In front of the parliament
“Sorry”
How a rape victim will whisper
Case would go on unchangeably
Longer than the Ganga River
Should she wait start running of stones?
Farmers and their sons and daughters
Could they sing?
Jana Gana Mana
Bande Mata ram
Never been once to the school
Never seen the Rastriya Bhavan
He dreams and she too
Both BJP and INC and all political parties
And their good speech makers
To build a New Delhi at their courtyard
75 years and more
Indians have been praising for thee
Not to remain as dark in the villages
As the cities bright in the night
Not to die in starvation
Not to say sorry for slavery
Oh mother where you are
Feed us someday with thou chapatti,
Let us play in warm evening
With thee three colors flag,
Teach us to hum thy anthem
Jana Gana Mana
And Bande Mata ram too.
I would be proud as an Indian today
Like them
But unlike their dreams
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