Where’s that planet Ma, the one you speak of?
Is it Buddha, Sukra, or Mangala?
Where we need to walk just twenty
miles a day to get to our hut.
Daughter, please sleep, I am tired.
That planet ma, where it’s cloudy even at noon
So our heads won’t burn soon,
where roads are so smooth you said
no feet ever bled
and plenty of drinking water
Am tired, sleep daughter.
How many more miles Ma in these wilds?
Four hundred forty three child!
Is that more than what we’ve done?
Child we walked just four hundred and one.
Daughter now we won’t get stuck
Thank the mantris we are in a truck
Amit Shahji, Smriti Irani
But Ma, yeh kaisi virani
some of our friends in a cement mixer!
Child, Let them run amok
thank ministers we are in a truck.
CRASH !! That was an accident daughter.
Who are these Ma, they don’t move
They traveled with us, now they are dead.
We are twenty miles nearer our hearth.
Have we reached a planet Ma?
Child, we are on our planet, Prithvi, Earth.