Great you are, dear Modi.
Let me called Modiji,
The new builder of my earth.
You are rich, and light.
Let me called not light
But ready to fight.
Dear Modiji,
Nothing wrong
In a new breeze, all sweet.
The entire world is there,
The smell of newness is there,
And we all find here there
With silence, all careful,
Great field of peace and truth.
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Victory for MODI Victory for Modi-ji-cal Democracy!