In a noble home that thrived in giving
All that it hard-earned to Nation-building;
By faith you ventured to new rules marry,
Your fate feathered the Nehru-legacy.
The land charisma of Gandhi built up,
The trends Indira Gandhi kept up;
The high-tech stuff Rajiv began to roll,
When no-tech buffs were out to see them fall,
You stepped in and stirred Aam-Aadmi mania
And all say: “India shining with Sonia”.
1.Bad things we keep hearing in the media,
Sad things we keep doing to our India;
But for all the grief we cause, God loves us,
And sends brief hard-spells, taking us to tasks;
Yet for the tears the saints shed for this land,
A leader with higher–mind like you is at hand.
2.Campaigns were launched to dim the nation’s shine,
Core-pain was aimed as they mocked surnames thine;
For all the vain hype, you were true to type,
Like Ruth of yore, were wedded to new life;
And assured hubby’s soul as in fable,
“Rajiv, your people shall be my people”.
3.Terse cries of imagined foul rent the air,
When first choice for PM UPA made fair;
To be on top, MPs begged you in awe;
You gave up a slot none else would let go;
It’s proved that you are one noble-minded;
You showed the way to be Nehru-minded.
All that it hard-earned to Nation-building;
By faith you ventured to new rules marry,
Your fate feathered the Nehru-legacy.
The land charisma of Gandhi built up,
The trends Indira Gandhi kept up;
The high-tech stuff Rajiv began to roll,
When no-tech buffs were out to see them fall,
You stepped in and stirred Aam-Aadmi mania
And all say: “India shining with Sonia”.
1.Bad things we keep hearing in the media,
Sad things we keep doing to our India;
But for all the grief we cause, God loves us,
And sends brief hard-spells, taking us to tasks;
Yet for the tears the saints shed for this land,
A leader with higher–mind like you is at hand.
2.Campaigns were launched to dim the nation’s shine,
Core-pain was aimed as they mocked surnames thine;
For all the vain hype, you were true to type,
Like Ruth of yore, were wedded to new life;
And assured hubby’s soul as in fable,
“Rajiv, your people shall be my people”.
3.Terse cries of imagined foul rent the air,
When first choice for PM UPA made fair;
To be on top, MPs begged you in awe;
You gave up a slot none else would let go;
It’s proved that you are one noble-minded;
You showed the way to be Nehru-minded.