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Step Out & Step Up

We say India is booming, rising, shining
The world, still does not discuss us while dining
Yes, we are the fastest growing nation
But there lies a deep flaw in this notion

We are home to the biggest slum
Our protests still go down as a mere hum
The value of life is close to zero
Still, inside my house, I am a hero

Do you think population takes the blame?
Let me assure you, this excuse is very lame
It is we, and only we who are at fault
We need to accept this with a pinch of salt

We are wrong to say that we are 120 crore
Actually, we are not even a score
We are divided in innumerable ways
The government takes full advantage of this and plays

The road should be neat and clean
But we will throw garbage, even if a dustbin is seen
All politicians should be honest and devoted
But we became an engineer and then voted

People commonly say “Corruption is eating this land”
But pay a bribe to watch a band
Quality of education is a big issue
We just sob and use a tissue

It is high time we rise, high time we own up
We need to prepare our own tea and pour it in the cup
We need to unleash our true potential
With passing time, it becomes all the more essential

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