Where the mind can ramble without fear,
Of frivolous PILs no one is scared
Where liquor flows like Niagara Falls,
And free grass is provided to all,
Where love can be claimed through early bird offer,
Public servants only with goodwill fill their coffers,
Where by meter all autos are run,
And Pappu is not the next youth icon.
Where Superheroes don't remind kids of Hrithik,
And quotas are as necessary as Veena Malik,
TV shows are not about evil mother-in-laws and innocent brides,
And still figuring life at 25 can be a matter of pride,
Where careers are means and not ends,
The real ones outnumber the Facebook friends,
Where the largest outlet in a mall is a book-store,
And no human is petrified by the thought of Dhoom 4.
Dear God, not for mine but for the future generations' sake,
Into that heaven of awesomeness, my Father, let my country awake.
- Once-upon-a-time-wannabe-Stand-Up-Comic's shitty tribute to Tagore's immortal work
