Either it is floods
Or it is drought
Leaving the nation
Unclad, starved and distraught!
Not a grain
To feed
Asking for which
People are put into chain
Who end their mudane stay
When the life is
Utter vain
Nor a drop of water
To drink
Not only in taps
But also in drains
Where goes the grain
That rots in godowns
For the whims of the regime
As the sufferings
Become more grim
This much
For their pro-people jingle
Where raucous jingosim mingles
Treachery and perfidy
With such dexterity
With such finesse
That no one could dare say
The ministers
The security
The leaders
The bureaucrat
Are plundering with fashion
Like a pastime
Like an obssession
With anarchy all over –
Pity
The plight of the nation!
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