What An Amazing Country
Where thousands and lakhs of proletarian are
wandering at the streets for alms of food;
They have no shelters of their own and lives on the roads;
How could such a country
could think to won the space
Mars and moon!
Here, I can hear the cry of these people in all direction
they are so poor and neglected and deprived one
the country is doing none but
spending a lot, to bear the load of
space organization.
What an amazing country it is! ;
The division of caste and creed are huge here
they are fighting each other.
Tears are flowing like flood
in that war of blood.
And the proletarians are shouting in pain
for food a grain.
Evils are dominating the society
depression engulfs the equality;
and there are no peace and
tranquility.
No one wants to ride the moon
they want to have the food.
If you can give an alms of it
and a little roof to live
upon their head.
If you can, give them a little clothing
for you which is old and
ruined.
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