A patriot and a billion traitors

 

Wherever I turn, traitors everywhere.

I love my country

and its five-thousand-year-old civilisation.

Patriotism runs in my veins

like the holy waters of Ganga mayya.

 

But I see traitors all around me.

Millions of farmers who question

the wisdom of the infallible government.

Scores of activists conspiring against the infallibility,

from Bhima Koregaon to Disha Ravi.

 

We’ll fill our jails with you traitors.

You’ll vanish from our public places without a trace.

 

This is the land of the pure.

The is the holy land of gods and their avatars.

Your mission is to sing paeans to this

Punyabhumi, your Pitrubhumi

And endure little hardships for its sake.

 

Don’t be a traitor questioning the government

of the Punyabhumi, your Pitrubhumi.

Endure the pain whether it be

in your neck or in your posterior

so that we shall have a

Narendra Modi stadium

in every state of this

Punyabhumi, your Pitrubhumi.

Your children can play cricket tomorrow

if you’re willing to starve today.

 

Be a good patriot

And bear the pain wherever it is.

The pain is your birth right

Upon this Punyabhumi, your Pitrubhumi.