What an Irony it is makes me feel disguised
Was the land not enough? now we fight at lord’s premise
When I was a child, granny told me
Its lord who decides where we will be
Today in the news I heard them say
After years of blood shed now court will convey
If it’s the land for muslim’s namaaz
Or it’s the land where Ram played
Whats wrong with the country’s youth
We expected they’ll contribute
But the so called new generation
Was happy with the weekday vacation
Its been years, many lives have been lost
For a matter that has a common thrust
Be it a temple or be it a mosque
For the purpose of praying it’s embossed
We live in a country with culture varied
Cant we share the blessings sacred
United we need to stand and sail our ship
Make it a place where all religion can worship
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