I thank the loss of my memory
Of those days when I had not a friend
I am thankful to the memory
Of those great moments when we are together
An Indian farmer is born, lives & dies in debt.
Luck, if any, in the lottery is his only bet.
Loans, he is given by all & sundry.
Against the land that isn’t wet but dry.
The television they see
the television they hear
But that is what, I fear
will bring the doom near! !
You have but a life, yet you can live twice.
Gift your organs and live yet again.
Donate your eyes and gift a life with vision
Hospitals are to cure you of your diseases.
The aches, the pains and such kinds
They are to relieve you of concerns
about you, your family kith and kin ||