We all love to hate India
And to avoid embarrassment,
Don’t read the papers
The corruption, the babugiri
The potholes, the lecherous pandu
The CWG fiasco, the 26/11s
We cringe and tch tch under our breath
As we watch young Kashmiris cry and lash out
We wax eloquent about the Maoist issue
And cry for every couple hacked by the khaap
We like groups on Facebook that spell “protest”
And tweet about our petty politicians
But India still lets us be
Even when you throw your garbage on the road
When you have four kids to have a boy
When you ram your car into a jhuggi and then pay the cops
When you rather be a Banker than a politician
And when money means more than morals
But Isn’t it time to stop talking, stop screaming
Stop judging, stop pointing
Let the change be you, someone once said
And I will start with me
If a billion of us do the same
What will be left to not love about India?
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