The Train is not fine at nights,
Darkness and demons stays.
Beyond my Seat, rests,
The constitution of Indians!

Secularism and democracy had,
Left already been evacuated.
Without the hope, it would,
Never back in Indian’s land!

Humanity, pluralism and all,
Norms, virtuous and such will,
Soon to depart here until,
The saffronised goons stand still!

Now emotion hijacks perception,
Of varied India to code of union.
How long travel the train,
with insecure peasants and women?

Seven years since it stop last,
Draconian laws of the host.
To get rid of the fascist,
Who will pull the chain of lot?

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