Proud Indian

My roots go deep, deep underground

Cutting through layers of different rocks

Igneous, Quartzite, schist, and slate

To the innermost bedrock first created

Pulling them out poses a stiff challenge 

My nationality embedded that deep down

With pride etched on my skin brown

Will never give it up for pecuniary gains

I'm a proud Indian; that's the way will remain

Matters not what impressions others retain

I will not be persuaded to cast my vote

For a bottle of liquor, or a pressure cooker

Nor for a packet of biryani, nor for any money

I don't owe allegiance to any single party

Whosoever governs fairly this country

Whoever delivers what they promise

Shall cast my vote for that party

But seems no one comes out clean

In that respect so get my finger inked, 

Exercising my right pressing NOTA button

Tomorrow the nation waits with bated breath 

How many seats who would have gained

By fair or foul means cannot be determined 

And with the results will begin a new chapter

Of governance; who knows whether it will

Open up sluice gates of heaven or hell!