The Chinese incur into Ladakh with verve,
with woes and worries to India, to serve.
When the quake-victims somewhere, succour, deserve,
the Mongol breed intrude to pinch India with nerve.
The fear of having bogus arms, our army, grills;
and so to avoid war, they conduct ‘banner drills’.
To save the people from the Mujahideens, India struggles
and the leaders get scared when a terrorist trills.
The Prime Minister, when the war looms, shouldn’t moan
or leave his soldiers with useless guns to groan.
He should fire at the terror to make it unknown
and the foe should shiver seeing his frown.
India failed, the Tamils in Lanka, to save
and feigned deaf when the Assamese did rave;
Shut her eyes to beheading of our warriors brave
and bribed the mothers of rape-victims at the grave.
The Mongolian stallions raped once the mid-Asian mares
and the Turcoman steeds had the feeds from Delhi’s inner-wares.
India failed then to add muskets and bombs in her warfare
and so the Moghuls hunted and laid her bare.
The warrior-castes of India should aware;
the present leaders, to protect them, have no care.
They must catch and kill the bombers then and there.
As the rum-bottles fill our armoury, the Chinese to incur, dare.