There is a cake to share
It is called national cake
No one bakes it
No one fries it
It belongs to our fatherland
It belongs to all
So everyone must have a share
Everyone struggle to share it
No one wants to be left out
No other food can compare
The cake is irresistible
They just want to have their portion
What happen to fatherland is irrelevant
All they want is their portion
They want the national cake
To build their personal estates
They love the national cake
To become one of the noveau rich
They are desperate to have it
Just to milk the cow dry
The future of Fatherland matters not
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Here in INDIA Politicians, bureaucrats, Contractors like our flag Tricolor are sharing the Cake and people like wheel 24 hrs waiting and waiting...nice poem