father of the nation,
An easy prey to vile assassination;
Verily were you a saint true,
Z degree protection wasn't for you.
You practised what you preached
But your message to us never reached
For, it was perverted in the way
By those who to you yearly homage pay.
the second assassination
That your idolators have brought about
Who find free to do what they like
Provided your jail they loudly shout.
With crime corruption and scams
Taking place in every nook and corner
Your cherished dream of Ramarajya
Is fast receding farther and farther.
Little solace it is in a turbulent time
When people have lost reason and rhyme
Caught in a chaotic dispensation
That they still call you father of the nation