Amassed dense darkness of hatred
Exploded again!
The slaughterers go on
Spilling blood;
Where do we go?
The cosmetic concerned faces
Flocked around the wound
To ascertain the vote banks!
Soon...
They would return unmoved.
Where do we go?
Explosives of dividing politics
Are laid around us.
Alas, the country is forgotten!
In the flung torn bodies
I fear to see my nation
But where do we go?
Look up to my god
The soul of India
Please let us know
Where do we go?
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