They promise change with folded hands,
Smiling under posters bright as betrayal,
Speech echo in the air-
Loud, Grand, Hollow
Truth lost in piles of garlands and currency notes.
The poor waits in queues,
Not for justice,
But for ration that rarely arrives;
Bridges are broke before they are built
But contracts signed in backroom,
With silent nods and heavy envelopes.
Votes are bought,
News are sold,
But the truth-
Edited out to scandal too risky to air.
Ministers built their statues,
Hold meetings with ambassadors,
While the Farmers hang from trees,
Where no one mourns.
They chant "Bharat Mata ki Jai",
But ignore the daughter who walks miles,
For Water,
For School,
For Hope.
We are told to believe,
To clap,
To cheer,
But some of us are done being fooled.
The Constitution offers justice,
But they deny their own promises.
Ignoring every proof-
Buried beneath their speeches and slogans.
But Truth cannot stay locked away,
It shines through night and breaks the day,
The throne of lies will lose its might,
When justice stands and shows the light
