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I Am The Son Of IndiaLover Of Blackmail And BribeAs Everyone Present Here KnowsI Belong To Prospe

Mar 3, 2023
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By Rujal Doshi


I am the son of India

Lover of blackmail and bribe

As everyone present here knows

I belong to prosperous politicians tribe

Of food, clothing and money,

I need not have a care

for the people of my country

Are no better than a more



The people of my country

Care a damn for their rights

And instead while away their time

In small matters and communal rights






I am the son of India

My life is gay and bright

While the rest of whole india

Is lost in dark night



This dark night will vanish

If they give up envy and fight

But I won’t tell them nor will you

Because who wants to see things right?

In this weakness of the masses

Lies all my might

If these bad habits they give up the moon of victory they will sight



I pray that these people,

Remain like generation after generation so that we politicians will

Keep plundering this very decent nation.



For a better life

Simplify your needs

Nullify your greed

Amplify your work

Rectify your mistakes

Justify your expenses

Magnify your mind

Glorify your future.


By Rujal Doshi





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