Soliloquy

Farewell to all our Indian glory,
Farewell to all our Indian fame,
So famed in combative story,
Farewell even to the Indian name.

Now blood runs over its green hills
And spills over towards the ocean
Religion is one among its many ills
A package of scoundrels in a nation.

When torture and death didnt subdue
Over centuries filled with illustrious hurt
Is now preached by the righteous few
Every armchair critic an expert.

There’s Chanakya and Ashoka to blame
Mukherjee and Nehru for the declaration
So farewell to the famous Indian name
A package of scoundrels in a nation.

Morality doesnt exist, bravery’s unheard
Righteousness lying beside Bose’s grave
Never known to be true to their word
Men are crawling out of dignity’s cave.

Time doesnt stand still, it fleets too fast
Unwilling to take part in valour’s station
Running quickly, forgetting that storms last
Longer than a parcel of rogues in a nation.