It set with the sun,
Despite all reasons.
On its own shores,
Petering as the fading light,
Of drowning sun.
Sons, of eternal,
They set the sun of the failed empire.
I am a great friend of the British,
They left us despite the sun set,
Jewels far more crowning in glory,
Than the kohinoor, which sits,
On the crown,
Unsecured of being exposed.
I will ensure,
All of you,
Which make me,
The people of india,
We shall win back,
The red of the kohinoor,
Understanding its empathy,
With empty National Anthems
Played in cinema halls,
The blood of our people,
Oozing out as sweat,
Is the real jewel,
Of India's crown.
Hardik Mahesh Vaidya
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