A pomp of 'taali' and 'thaali',
Your rebuttal is considered a 'gaali',
All of their shortcomings are canopied under nationalism,
Hush little boy or there's always an option of vandalism!
A charade of presumed celebrities,
Turning funeral into festivities,
Being a 'bhakt' is the fad,
Slurp some slogans for patriotism you mad lad!
A law pushed in haste,
with an intent claiming to be chaste,
everything validated by a number game,
bought a leash for you to tame!
All seems to be in order,
Just some fabricated farmers on borders,
Their tongues tired shrieking of injustice,
Bureaucrats waiting for some 'mann ki baat' to notice!
Farmlands lay hauntingly still,
The roads need to be tilled,
Their tumultuous tears deem paltry,
And this government always seems salty!