Cruel island :
12-midnight I stood by
waiting for the last trip to Churchgate
a young girl in fear
the raw news has made her fear
where is the man in khaki?
by then the local arrived
and sped, wasting no man’s time
beyond
trying to survive in this world
how cruel,if they don’t earn tonight]
god will not come down and pay their bills
so the same, another ‘Indian dream’.
The street is empty, though neon shines my way home
Besides the road in his sweetest crude dream
the beggar dreamt.
The dear child humbly begged
With a little will to survive
And the hungry street dog:
How painful it is, as the dying dog wails
And call the almighty
Anyone to save soul?
What heart is without love,
No such soil sympathy
With this little, million hungry
Cruel island, god made it
In this perfect imperfected world
Without money I fail to wear a smile.
In this cruel island
Dear me, I wish I was not one.
where have all the patriots gone?
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