My struggling India

O! the people of India ,fill your eyes with tears,
For the shaheed Martyrs.

They put themselves in trouble,
To make India a free bubble.

Nobody could forget the effort of those guys,
Who flew away Britishers just as flies.

But still we all are not free,
As we are under corruption's tree.

Crores of rupees are there in Swiss bank,
Poor people don't have water to fill their own tank.

This is not the real democracy,
But we are also not so crazy.

Pull up your socks,
And now its time to rock.

Let's join hand in hand,
And form an unbreakable Band.

To stop growth of corruption's root
We'll now have to tighten our boots.

                                          JAI  HIND!