Once it was a goose laying golden eggs
But now it is a country where million begs
62 years of independence the nation takes
But still million go to bed without cakes
English came here to do business
And took it to complete darkness
The land that was the mother of all religions
Was made the land of crusades and rebellions
Britishers made our people dance to their whims
Crucified Gandhiji's dreams
By creating riots between Hindus and Muslims
They left us with many exit things
Our politicians also continued the same affair
And made our politics a matter of satire
People like Raja Bhaiya became our ruler
And made our future darker and darker
Election remained no more by giving votes
But by shuffling of coins and notes
This is the Indian politics oh my dear
Where criminal controls the country's gear
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