Question

I need an self composed song in english on traditions,culture and diversity of India

Answer 1

For changing into a crone, shoot me down.
For not making way for people, young, and
hungrier than I, shoot me dead. I am bold
But I own no gun; no license either.
My life lies unclaimed, like a sick dog’s lunch
gone cold, and congealed in a warped tin plate.
I know no hunger; the flavours of love
or even its wild fragrance no longer
attract. If I am consciousness, it’s
time to switch me off. The face of truth I have
neither recognized nor known. My days and
nights had all the airiness of a dream.
Was life a sweetmeat eaten in a dream?
Only my search seems real, only the search
is eternal. The walls within my mind
bear no moderns. Only a few gaudy
Calendar gods my dear grandmother once,
a long, long time ago, did introduce
to me. I am ordinary, I know
ordinariness spreads unbeknown, as
Grey in the hair and wrinkles on the skin.