I don't know why we are the way we are Why we lie when the truth is often easier Why we walk past a beggar untouched When all that it would take to change his mood Are a few rupees for him to buy some simple food Why we crib about the state of the nation Never admitting that it is partly of our creation Why we choose to believe that the country's ills Are generally caused by other people's feeble wills Will we ever try to understand That no one can clap with only one hand.
