Up the hill there was nothing, Valley was empty. Then he appeared and said- Brother, close your eyes and you will find happiness. I closed my eyes and he stole my only roti.
Gentleman, respect the rose. Hey culprit, wash your hands. Bastard, don't search your papa. Lover, kiss your sins.
Patriotism, my love, you are wrapped up in- a piece of saffron cloth. Good luck.
There was just- a piece of land- between us. Where we used to play football. Now there is a barbed wire. I am left with the ground- while you wander with the ball.
Sri Sri government, Sri Sri Yamuna, Sri Sri art, Sri Sri life, Sri Sri tolerance, Sri Sri patriotism, Sri Sri people, yes Sri Sri .
Thank you minister for building that bridge, you never knew- how we live on both the sides.
