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A constitutional lament

1.
Our land is sovereign ,
so is our thirst, trapped in a
cloud as red as rust.

2.
Socialist bandish ,
why do we dream? Under the
sun our workers scream.

3.
Mandir, masjid, church,
and a tomb — tridents lodged in
a secular womb.

4.
O Democracy !
Just for a vote, 'Death is a
debt,' our pundits wrote.

5.
Once a republic
swears in a king, Buddhas fall
and bayonets sing.

6.
Under the eye-patch
justice wore, there are no eyes —
well, not anymore.

7.
Farm-fresh liberties
sold in a mall, packed in jars
of sweet folidol.

8.
Sacred cows and black
black steaks — that is a bread our
égalité bakes.

9.
Fraternity harks —
shudras sigh in a field of
rye, and brahman barks.