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Don't cry?

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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pnasarudheen
Indian
Published
May 18, 2012
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