It was one more sound in the din
the madness that is mixing
a brother is lost, a father is lost
few more children of the mother lost
there come the media with the camera and the host
they seem to be a step ahead of everyone for the TRP they can boast
a statement here a statement there by our leaders
to them the flow of money is what matters
few died in a blast, few more in a train
we have enough of these, lets follow Rahuls empathetic pain
lets celebrate Aishwarya’s pregnancy , a Rajani’s return
Fools are we, they know it better
my mother can afford to lose few children
but she can’t afford to stop the train
my lads are to go to school, an ailing father
my wife waiting, ready to be married sister
whether its bombs that you throw, the triggers that you pull
as long as the heart pumps, the lungs breathe
I got to be out there for a pound of bread
Is this to be me only story?
I bet you are no better than this worry
why my brothers… then why are you causing this pain
we the children of the same mother, is my blood to you such a vain?
