O my poor India, I don’t know if you’ve been hijacked
By the arms of the treacherous, have you been knick-knacked?
Is your destined future irrevocably packed?
Your partitioned sea of a neighbour has you hacked!
Have you, against the wall, helplessly backed
Sometimes, the evil on your own soil can have you cracked!
Dilli was a heart that was so often whacked
Kashmir is yours only, no stigma attached!
Faraway on a western shore, in snow or rain
A hero cries “Make America Great Again”
But none seems to understand his pain
It is China that will win; it will never go in vain!
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