India under the tyrannical rule
Sobbed and heaved
Yet her people were united
Struggling to be free
From its cruel clutches;
India was finally freed
Divided into several pieces
Two names surfaced
Scarred, stabbed, butchered
The annals have all gory pages..!
India under the democratic rule
Still sobs and heaves
For her people are divided
Indulged freely in spree
The unfettered descendents
Of those ruled over
Highhandedly with iron rods
Are the Indians, born blind
To their self-sacrifices
To the plight of the poor people
Born deaf to the sad saga
Of their tragic moans and woes
In our independent country
English past still haunts the present..!