Mulayam, Maya and Lalu the jest;
Raja, Kalmadi and Karuna, all are pest,
But above all Man Mohan-Sonia, chant honest declaration,
Against them and their family all is false allegation.
Mulayam, Maya and Lalu, loot in the socialist tradition;
Raja and sons rob in telex vocation,
All the leaders, secular, part of this booty;
Shouldn’t we deserve to ride on the sooty?
It is the job of a PM to promote his clan,
To secure the future of chair and ride in the secular van,
Nation is prepared to forget all the scams,
And waiting to happen a new scam gem.
If pen of mine nation's gloom has brightened,
Through my dry lips the honest message came;
If pen of mine nation's task has lightened,
It felt the guidance that it dares not claim.
Time is the best healer; silence now golden;
Let me not play too long suffering lyre;
Though to your love, my pen untiring still beholden,
The curfew tells me—silent, cover up the fire.
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