We just proved that in the end
It is not the economy, stupid.
Hindutva armed with war-like purpose
Is a more potent Cupid.
What if investment is zero now,
And manufacture slightlessly lesser;
So long as inspiring Hindutva icons
Adorn the national Dresser.
Consumption, that third driving force
Of the Economy's GDP growth,
May also have lost some appetite,
And gone into the sloth;
And unemployment may be ubiquitous
And farmers' suicides at all-time high;
All is well so long we say
“Bharat Mata Ki Jai.”
Exports may now be paralysed,
And growth, in truth, at a one per cent sum;
We will yet outstrip the growth leaders
Should we with vigour chant “Vande Mataram.”
After all, in glorious Vedic times
We had the Internet,
In-Vitro know-how, and apothecaries
Who carried the plastic-surgery kit.
We had the internal-combustion engine,
We flew the aeroplane—
All that and more, till the Saracen invaders
Dampened our elan.
That teaches us why our economy
Is inseparable from Hindutva nationhood—
A fact that our electoral victories now
Make much better understood.
Decades of secular hobnobbing
Brought our country low;
We now have come into our own,
All things will now improve.
Badri Raina