The clouds rumble, O! sons of Malice, hear
The smoke of arson and roar of lies
In the name of God in heaven; to the tune of lords near
Ignorant men, followers of Dionysus fly like flies.
Writing poem is true domain
Reading is never a mood main
But feign for fame by silence
Or mono response nonsense.
I love my country: India, but
I hate many of its rulers, as
they speak for the poor and
act for tycoons bellicose, and-
A vision so bright, tongue-tied
A vision so makes legs benumbed
Unrhythmic chanting of Thy names
Won't make me move a pawn in games.
As confluence we gushed
Demolishing either banks
cleave our course forever, but-
Let's sing and dance
Let's twist in garden
Who is God? A question of long history
But all agree: God is Omnipotent,
Omnipresent and Omniscient.
The Creator, Preserver and Destroyer.
Save us Telemachus! won't you?
Save us Shadwell, well, won't you?
Save us, save us, save us babies;
Save us citizens save us, save us.
Oh! master, I dog your dogs
For, God favours dogs;
They can drink my blood
Anytime they bite; I bleed.