Everybody knows it,
How act you,
Overact you
With your full team.
Sweeping the market and the roads
As for a road show,
Going with the broomsticks
In hands,
The sweepers non-commissioned
And histrionic,
Just for to come into power.
Anna, think you,
What wrong are you doing,
Take it for not
That you only a Gandhian,
Do you politic
But not donning khadi dhoti, kurta
And caps.
And if your men and women want they
So much earnestly to clean and cleanse,
They may the train bogies,
The municipal places
Rather than showing it
As for to come into power.
Anna, this is not good,
Not at all,
Think it not
That India is yours,
The rules and laws of the land
In the fists of your hands.
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