Bid to blast holes in buoyant economy
Come, Krishna, Come
Come, Krishna, Come,
Demons are in town,
Kovai to New Delhi,
Mumbai to Piccadilly!
You killed him and won,
When Narakash was one!
Now everywhere his clone,
Planet is being blown!
Kids are godsend bubbles,
Can you make them rubbles!
All are born to dream,
Dont shatter'em in scream!
Life is meant for laughter,
Never have it barter,
Before cruel slaughter,
Ever thought of daughter?
With every blasted bomb,
Ask your mother's womb,
Would mother labour pain,
To see her children slain?
You too have a mother,
Am I not your brother?
I shall light a diya,
For all my parted bhaiya!
Come, Krishna, Come,
Demons are in town!
Kovai to New Delhi,
Mumbai to Piccadilly!
jk
jaikumar seetharaman
12/07/2006
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