Don't cry,cry the poor Indians
Don't ask,ask anything,for
You will be certainly hand-cuffed, and
Then, put in jail,put in jail.
Planned by ill-will misled we are
Misruled,oh! friend patriotic.
Cricket is rickets on nation's body
Youth is illusioned to spoil India.
Let Lord Krishna dance again upon
Hoods of snakes polluting life source.
Not our vote for note-bundles
Vote for chosen future splendid.
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 1:42 AM UTC
Don't cry,cry the poor Indians
Don't ask,ask anything,for
You will be certainly hand-cuffed, and
Then, put in jail,put in jail.
Planned by ill-will misled we are
Misruled,oh! friend patriotic.
Cricket is rickets on nation's body
Youth is illusioned to spoil India.
Let Lord Krishna dance again upon
Hoods of snakes polluting life source.
Not our vote for note-bundles
Vote for chosen future splendid.
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