On the demise of Hindustan

In their orgulous lust for power
Clandestine means deployed
Whittled weakened institutions
Weakened and destroyed
Corrupt judges and bureaucrats
Running helter skelter
Disorganised and blind people
Fearing what they dealt her
O Hindustan you never existed
A name you got from outsiders
A non existent nation
Killed by it's own riders
Elections come elections go
Little masters of destiny EVMs
Tampered or not
We will never know
But one thing is certain
Hindustan has met it's curtain
A nation of ignorant fools
Killed by it's own burden
O Hindustan I returned to you
Hoping to find your sky's a blue
Little did I know
A greater sinister plot would come
Deathly blows from your own scum
O Hindustan that never became India
You lulled your Kings to penury
Politicians driven by greed for power
Injury after injury
A republic yet a contradiction
Spineless people lacking conviction
Sadly I watch your spectacle
A slow systematic dereliction
A nation that denies Hindi but emraces English
Independent from the queen but loving her language
You live out a shameless paradox
Killed by it's own vernacular rampage
O Hindustan show us your true face
A face wrinkled with contradictions
A face scarred by acid thrown
Crumpled by it's people's inflictions