The Saffron Brigade

Fifty six inches has expanded further

People puller, tall leader, election winner 

Can’t fathom what masses find in him

They continue to chant in his name many hymns.

Woes multiply but people don’t mind being divided.

Ushering some mythological Rajya hoping for some dividend.

Saffron is the holi color, suffering are the poor.

But the party marches ahead, opposition down for sure.

Now none can stop the charge of the saffron brigade

I can’t witness my country down on a path to degrade.