Under this Indian Sky
How high you can fly?
They say your home is far
And you don’t have car
To drive that far
I know you are not lost
But here you can never be the host
I know you are bit stranded
And your life has been branded
Take a deep breath and chew the rice
And listen to your conscience
You will hear the soil calling for your sweat
Better be a son of the land
than with no roof above the head
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