You drafted the constitution
And we became careless
In your fight for rights,
Those who orphaned us turned godfathers
And
Started wagging tails for licenses.
Calling others bookish, obscurantists,
We carried books on our own heads
Raising voice of protest.
They shared power and started glibering
Those on whose shoulders our heads lie reclined
Seek to hide their heads in cars curtained.
Here they have a different tradition
Man is reduced to mere statues
And statues are held dear to hearts.
Where words could one rely on?
Bend a little low and watch
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