India overtakes Brazil
In the race of death
The world
Is an onion
And India
Cries many tears
Independence
Came at a price
And is spent
On ride
Cry India cry
Your house is on fire
And all your children
Are gone
Goes he old song
You do not
Fight rifle against rifle
You fight
Lung against virus
And virus wins
Against
pride and rifles
This may be a poem by an idiot
But the sentiment is genuine