Oh It Is Democracy Long Live

Oh, It Is Democracy, Long Live! I am walking in the roads of poverty They are too long and ugly too There I haven’t seen a single smiling face Their eyes are dim and so deep There are so many lines from their eyes to cheeks Penny less days are their curse Their hands are rude and rough Due to their hard and continuous work Their stomachs are empty always On that day was the election festival There are so many lights newly glowing Few huts are smiling with new roofs and Kids are also smiling with few buns There are few old men walking in pride Their Pockets are dancing with a few currencies Oh, it is democracy long live!