- Parul Khakkar
    
All the corpses speak in chorus: all is changa-changa
Saheb in your Ramrajya, corpse-bearer is the Ganga.

No room in the charnel houses, no wood for the pyres,
Our shoulders are weary, no tears left in our eyes,
Yama prances door-to-door
Dancing the Dance Macabre,
Saheb in your Ramrajya, corpse-bearer is the Ganga.

Day and night pyres burn
Begging a moments rest
Day and night bangles break
The bereft beat their chest
What games you play with the flames! Well done Billa-Ranga!
Saheb in your Ramrajya, corpse-bearer is the Ganga.   

Saheb you think your suit can dazzle us, so radiant and bright!
Yet can you hide your feet of clay when we lose our fright?   
The Saheb has no clothes� well shout; Truth will out!      
Saheb in your Ramrajya, corpse-bearer is the Ganga.