A gentle woman, graceful and fair. Has had a fall from nowhere, A housewife stark, unsuspecting, illiterate.
Was ordered one day to run a state, She ran as fast as a wall
And, naturally, she had to fall. Call the man of scam and crores
Who in the streets of Patna roars, Why him alone? Call them all
The fat, the big, and the tall: With rite and ritual, holy unction, Formally declare this nation.
To be their private fiefdom, To be passed on to a wife or a son
So that in future there is no fall, Of a gentle woman, after all.
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