Here lies my beloved country,
Buried deep so deep inside,
This morass and cesspit so filthy;
With corruption and nepotism beside.

Here sleeps my mother land,
With no respect for womanhood;
**** and dowry deaths stain it’s hand,
While the poor live without food.

Here wastes the land of my forefathers,
With no pride in its culture or tradition;
Its strong social fabric in tatters,
Its grandeur lost in transition.

Here rests the land of the saints,
In spite of sages so wise;
A picture so ugly and ***** it paints,
With carnal lust, sin and vice.

Here decays the object of our martyrs,
Who died for our freedom,
That has now turned into a satire;
What a waste of their effort and wisdom.