The price of vegetables
is way above our budget.
The new government of bigots
give Sanskrit to bite and eat
and vomit out in ditches.
Already it nauseates in temples!
The diehards in government
dig their own graves by attempting
to divert people's gaze from the soaring price
of gas cylinders and the vegetables.
It seems some Hindutva brags
crowd around Modi and impose
an alien, obsolete mixture of a tongue
on the ignorant and indegenous races.
The Hindu fanatics have vowed to bring down Modi!
May Lord Krishna and the honest Jaitley
save the charismatic Modi from the fall!
The people cast their votes to Modi
to control the prices and wipe out
terror outfits from this land of peace
and not to suppy tasteless dishes of Sanskrit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem