who are you?

you are proud to be in general quota
whilst your brothers and sisters get big shots in the name of caste

you think you are trendy, sanskitizing and hindunising
just to end up having ethnic clashes with yourself

you ignored the fights of minor groups who were indeed protecting you
and now you don’t have any answer to those kuki’s questions

still you are damn chauvinist and you soliloquize
whatever man, i am still the one. numero uno, you know.

when you meet a new you, you don’t ask what he do
you only ask for a lunch someday, namesake
because he and you are spoil brats, who do nothing in life.

but you are real genius; you act like millionaire with only a penny in your pocket
you can punish your ma with your domestic demands for clothes and bikes
you go to capital for graduation; a five year long study

you like loosing control and you keep dying by guns
is it that you are patriot, a broken heart for his land?
or are you a businessman with a gun?

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additional words by ringo pebam.

so proud you are, of the shirui lilies
so you write of them, the beautiful lines

it's the hill men who protect the lilies and the hills
as you sit and talk at the leipungs about state integrity

your ego still tells you are a genius and they are fools
'cos you are from the beautiful tampak with the general-quota?