Satyanarayana Charyulu Maringanti
Over the carpet are the creepers
Under,the pestering bugs,worms
And hovering up above are bees
Bite sting,suck only red blood oh!
Men of Hindoostaan, atleast now
Guard against rougues in guise
A day lost means a war unfought
a memory, haunting day and night
and a hapless society in red light
Shame and death to freedom
Ritual of drunken hyenas no laughing
on their back twos,in a cicle gather they
let loose a whine or howl nay a snarl or laugh
wet their mouths were with fresh blood
they relent no less a boon than the messy flesh
of lions and elephants that pulsates with vigour
and forms the pride of their strength
the head nay the brains and balls alas
for,seek they more teeth sharper nails
stronger jaws to throw challenge open
all animals, to lay under their siege
Oh the Lord of cruelty and power
Lord would have heard their drunken pleas
perhaps not in that avataar,but after rebirth
and the politicians of greed lust and pride
descended in India with a smell of hyenas
and with a laugh hiding the knack of their jaws
the nestling buntings of their jeans crave always
for more of food and pride, the civil hounds
feed them the best of bread from human head
and drink form the country's veins no nay
they feel no matter of sin or dismay
for falling lives or oozing wounds
for the boons they won as hounds
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