We tried so hard
To tell Mr. Raj –
Mumbai belongs to
And so does Taj
He didn’t listen
And he didn’t care
Someone had to tell
But who would dare?
And there were you -
A dedicated crew.
Then Indians fought for
Or non-mumbaikars for Mumbai, as He would say
Now shall he dare
Even a glance or stare
He shall fall flat on his face.
It’s all your grace!
We first saw the ATS
And accusations next
People hard on terror
At hypocritical best
A bandh round the corner
And investigations at stake
You came in Kuber
When all were awake
They came later and made a loud roar
They must be Kuber with a pack of crore
Finest officers lost – we saw the graphic scene
But what followed later – was purely obscene
Exposing this face, all the years spent
You did it in a flash with plain simple bullet
Guarding the home, a spineless minister
Casual behavior and formal attire
Blasts after blasts, he stuck to his task
Morality, resignation was too much to ask
Then a sudden transition, thanks to your youth
Had you not been there, it wouldn’t have been so smooth
And the targets you chose - what a marvel!
I mean - a marvelous choice, not the white marble
Nobody cares when the lifelines bleed
Icons have to suffer before the elite heed
It took us years to reinforce our claim
You took three days – to say the same
Yes, I am angry; but that will be over
I shall be in my senses, it won’t take longer
The heritage I treasure, is not what you burnt
It lies in forgiving, which you hadn’t learnt
A day shall come, when I will forgive you
But not a single day, when I will forget you
And then every day, when I’ll remember you,
With a Buddha like smile, I'll say a plain “thank you!”
