Where the mind is fogged by smoke, and the head is high on dope,
Where foodgrain's not in store but alcocol galore,
Where world lives under the reign, of the mightiest hegemone,
And individual gives a shit, they must save their own(what? Anybody’s guess)Where whoever triumphs is on the side of truth(satyameva jayate!)
Where a hopeless birdie’s voice is unheard or turned mute,
Where clear stream of liquor flows in place of blood,
And no action is born in absence of sensuous flood,
Where the mind is entrapped, entangled and stuck
in ever-recurring thoughts, actions, and beliefs
in that land of Bliss, please! my Father, let that creature sleep
