Desh ka kya hai ji, chalta he rahega.
Achai, Burai, Aamir, Garib sab isme he simte hai.
Hota ye hai ki bas numainde aur siyasatdar badalte rehte hai.
Garib ke phatehaal ko kaun dekhta hai Ji, isme koi chuski ya mazza thore he hai. Kisan jiye ya mare, hai to wo khud pe he.
Nikal zaye kuch kos chakachaundh se, dikhege apko wahi duniya: zahan ek baap lachar hai bete ke biyah ko, ek beta lad raha hai baap ke bimari ke uper aur nanhe se jaan paida hote he lagg gaye hai kolhu me kamane aur parivar ko palne.
Gaon ke sahukaar bann ke bicholiye intzaar kar rahe hai gandi ankho se apke khet ko harape ne liye.
Apki biwi, bete aur bacho ke khwaish ko kaun dekhta hai jab har waqt, be waqt jine ke mohtaaz hai hum. Khwab aur rubab dono amiro ki he gulaam hai ji bas.
Desh apke khun ka payasa hai aur desh ke numainde apke chamri ke.
Desh hai chal he zaiga, bas log zite marte rahenge.