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  We may blame anybody
                For it costs nothing;
We chorus to blame
                As if we are alone patriots
                ranged for a symphony...

When we say India is corrupt
We spare none,
PM, Press, Sarpanch, touts
Say, all are same,
We crowd the streets with dhols and mandalas
Make a rock music of scams, misrules and muscles.

Freedom of speech-
Cheapest Food of Democracy
That we love to consume
And sing and dance to blame,
To blow, Blemish is our strength.

PM, Press no more Hon’ble  members of India-family
Even Mahatma no more the father of nation
                to be spared…

But
When anybody says to me admonishingly
My father is a thief, My brother, a tout
My blood is bad;
                   I oppose like bad blood;
All I know then I’m a shield for my kin

And when I am put to 'check’, defeated, I realize
                  Anything wrong with my family
I cry within and cry secretly
                    In closed seclusion…

Where’re the dhols and bassoons…?

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