Where millions of children go to bed hungry,
And where few blessed abodes,
Have clean drinking water,
A land where diseases co-bed with natives,
And where millions perish before fifth birthday,
Where people cannot breathe without stealing,
For future generations we will leave nothing.
Here onion, salt, tomatoes:
Are sold hundred rupees per kilos,
Where parents are scared of their children,
Where Gurus are scared of their pupils,
Where police is scared of criminals,
Where honest are scared of corrupts,
Where judges are scared of their pay masters.
Where patriots are scared of traitors,
Where merit is scared of duffers,
Where education produce rowdies,
Where rogues get lawful shields,
Where parents throw kids as child labour,
We celebrate our independence,
In Secular, Socialist, Democratic, Republic of India.
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