This Year
Gujarat had good monsoon, they said this year
bumper crop of swords, was reported this year
who says politicians, have forgotten their voters?
promise of new promises, they've made this year
Congress kisses commies, and Devegauda the BJP
everybody has a strange fellow in bed this year
Indian industry has grown up, so said the survey
bonded child labour perhaps, will be paid this year
for fifty-eight years, she has fought for euthanasia
will they let democracy, finally be dead this year?
ceasefire in Kargil now, but beware of flash floods
crocodile tears Miyan Musharraf has shed this year
Ah, the crimson sheen, on her smiling wet lips
God knows how many, she has bled this year
I promise to bring home, some butter next year
but eat for now my child, just bread this year
hungry vultures now perched atop barren houses
that in search of food, people have fled this year
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