Do the pupils of the villages need
the study of a medieval tongue
built from the bricks of Bharath, the priests to feed
and keep all the natives in the lowest rung?
O my god! Language flu in India scares
our pupils who suffer from Science overload.
To go abroad, the youths need updated wares
but the steps of the stupid brains ill bode.
No space in this dense land for the young to sit.
To flight their wings their parents spend a lot.
The girls get through all the tests to be fit.
but some bigots dare to spoil their pursuits hot.
Let the Vedhic hymns in some temples be shut.
And stick not our mental lexicon in a rut.
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