And dark clouds of inhumanity shrouds
Selfishness benumbs the heart
Kindness becomes lost art
The earth smoulders in wars
Deaths, causalities, bruises and scars
Knock the doors, the economy staggers
And the Beggars, helpless women cry together
The wails and the moans means nothing
Because the government is sleeping
Sleeping apathetically with doses of deception
Under the thick blankets of corruption
Ah we are all the believers!
We will dance happily forgetting all woes
Shouting GANAPATI BABA MOURYAStrongly believing GAJARAJA’S divine Formula.