Written In Indian Election Time

Oh God! When this state be free And an independent kingdom again! India, a hypocrites’ country, is a Power, And although we are famous for being straightforward But, a small nation, in Arms and Weopens we are very weak. Otherwise, now tired of Double-talk Dialogues and humiliating Invitations for Talks, We’d make it, in a violent war in air. And an another aggressive Muslim state, Pakistan (land of the pure!) has kept us captive, there, Across the nonsensical border, And gifted a part, of us, to its Mongol friend! And Shame on their living! These petty politicians in this Indian election time Are frequenting this forgotten village street. Some scared of a villain Indian minister, Others, licking her feet, a widow woman politician. While others immature, in the nights' dark, On the roadside walls, are propagandizing for Pakistan. Ah Alas! All great politicians are gone, Like prophets, painters and poets, These modern high standard schools Can not create.