India : Then And Now

India the golden bird

The land of green farms

Land of stories that are weird

Land of cool breeze that calms

The British came disguised as traders

And stood up a mighty Raj

They were invaders

But they took up the Taj

They were the vultures who wanted

To capture the golden bird as their prey

They were the ones who flaunted

Their powers to petrify their prey

With merciless people to rule

Over the innocence and silence of India

But soon thrusted the cap of silence

From over the dormant volcano

Of patriotism of India

And the Britishers were burnt

By the lava of Indian anger

After the British extraction from India

India was just like a barren land

This was to be ploughed by sons of India

And seeds to be planted by her daughter’s hand

Irrigated by the martyr’s blood

And harvested by leaders speech

Once again in peace will the squirrels be cuddled

And the teachers will teach -

No vulture can make us their prey

Until we burn them,

Through the lava of Indian anger!

Through the lava of Indian anger!