India's Mukesh, Kavi Pradeep, My Death
No argument, no caste, nothing will matter
When India's erstwhile maestros sang in Hindi
Though mine is sparse, their songs made me traditional
O cultural shell! Wired so Indian, South African me
Millions in India, thanks Bollywood, will still sing along
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