I am the citizen of a glorious land,
wherein talent is poor and money's grand.
I shout for help till my throat turns dry,
Much to my chagrin,I get tossed like any other guy.
I am the citizen of a glorious land,
I help others but risk being smirked by my clan.
I give needy people food to eat,
Only to see it spoilt by a rich guy vrooming on the street.
I am the citizen of a glorious land,
wherein women are chided for wearing a soldier's band.
I give shelter to old people and console the sad,
It gladdens my heart when everyone thinks I am mad.
I am the citizen of a glorious land,
In future I believe forgetting the past.
Within breaths I find myself rather than the gasp,
In my fist lies a passion unchanged since long.
I am always in union with my land,
I am its voice,I am the feet walking on its sand.
I have hope in my heart and strength in my hand,
For I AM THE CITIZEN OF A GLORIOUS LAND!!
