India is now a hot hot place

In more ways than you know;

The sun bears down from above,

And Hindutva bubbles from below.

 

There is little inbetween—

Just despair or elation;

Some the heat incinerates,

Others like a hot hot nation.

 

The power and the glory now embrace

In fifty centigrade;

The sun and the politician coalesce

To enact a blistering raid

 

On the laidback lovers of liberty

Inimical to heat and passion;

These temperate malingerers are in truth

Enemies of a hot hot nation.

 

What country that was not truly hot

Did ever rule the universe?

Where the sun failed them the continentals

Made up with the heat of religion, race.

 

Think that we now have both of these,

So what country may  escape

The searing destiny of heat

That we will spread from cape to cape.

 

So, let the sun incinerate

Our effete liberal soul;

Hindutva will join with it

To make the nation a fireball.

 

After millennia of slavery

Bharat will firm up and raise

The enfeebled and the rational-cool

In a world-historical spiritual blaze.

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