Main Punjabi ghar se nikla..
us mazil ko jahaan nahin saath kisi ka,
bhaant bhaant ke log jahaan..
jis desh ka naam Amrika.

Marathi, Gujju ya Bengali..
the sabke ek se sapne,
is pardes mein to jaise..
bus yehi the mere kuch apne.

Har tyohar hum saath manate,
manate har jashan bhi hum saath.
Har khushi mein sab shamil hote,
hote har gam mein bhi sab saath.

Koi dal-baati banata,
to koi idli-sambhar.
Humne bhi khoob paranthe banaye,
bhar ke aaloo andar.
Ek hi maiz pe baith,
khana hum sab mil kar khate.
Chai ke saath karte yaadein taazi,
karte Bharat desh ki baatein.

Ek din khabarein dekhi to dekha,
Bharat ke rajyon mein aya tanaav.
Aankhen khuli par nahin dikhta janta ko,
yeh khudgarz mantriyon ka bartaav.

Rozana jisme safar karte,
unhi taxiyon ko jalaya.
Saalon se jinse kharidaari karte,
unhi dukandaar bhaiyon ko bhagaya.

Yahan jab hum dost kahin bahar jaate,
yeh Amriki hum sabko.. ek sa hi batate.
Jab doosre humme koi farak nahin hain kar paate,
to hum hi apne beech.. yeh dooriyaan kyun hain le aate??

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