Seeing the brutalities for being different
I die every day before I die
Opening my eyes in a hateful environment
I cry every day before I lie
Grown up and matured listening her diversity
That gives her a unique identity
It’s a place of Ganges-Yamuna culture
Where the sacrifices of our freedom fighters nurture
In trying to distort her image worldwide
Whose hands are there behind?
Who wants to wash the blood?
From her soil, that is deep down buried
Just for making a strong vote bank
Religion is used like a prank
Every day I tell this fact to my self
Every day I cry alone with myself
O the people of my beloved country
Stop using religion for communal violence
O the people of my beloved country
Stop fighting each other for cultural difference
