I’m a citizen of a great tradition,
Given wholly to its sole service,  
All worthy of it, I shall ever remain,
Forever striving for its defense.

Look into my eyes, dear brothers;
Isn’t your welfare my concern?
Aren’t I robust and lion-hearted,
To watch you against all disasters?

My info is far little, dear brothers;
Of myself know, better only others;
My ribs ‘n hollow you could measure;
In the art of living of your leisure.

Sorry! On a sort of diet I’m too;
And an average Indian, I’m too.