Image Courtesy: Nikhil Bangera
All Indians are my brothers and sisters and I love them in equal measure Every caste, creed and gender.
Every person I meet with respect I greet Without grinding my teeth! I open my eyes wide For there is nothing to hide!
But my tongue; it tries to speak And it speaks too much! Of “reality” and such.
It winds and twists facts in search of truths to seek And I don’t know what to do with it! It has no place to be So I take my talking tongue and tuck it safely in my cheek! |
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