Crying in silence
In desolation,
In dismay
Alone, torn and exhausted
Wondering about my mistakes
Wondering about my upbringing
Wondering about the scarcity of
My dedicated people
Wondering about a few
Forgetful and Thankless people
Who are drifting away from the
The essence of hard-fought freedom
Those dreams of a Free India
The dreams of incredible India
The dreams of a prosperous India
Phenomenal dreams,
Spectacular endeavor
And now!
Where am I standing now?
My people
Amazing folk
With magical diverse
Backgrounds, still
Living in serene unison
How can my offspring
Fight with each other?
How and Why?
Praying for motherland
Is turning into preying
Own folk, Why?
The heritage
The legacy
The Saga of Oneness
And, now –
Whom I can plead to
Stop dividing my folk
Whom I can appeal to
‘Live and let others live.’
At last, everything else is
Just fragile, just momentary
Nothing is permanent
No one is imperishable
Yet, why –
Why everyone is too busy
To tend my wounds
The urge of patriotism
The urge for the betterment of
Motherland
The urge of humanity
The urge of being soulful
And now-a-days –
Why power hunger is
Overpowering patriotism
Why ‘I’ is dominating
Over ‘We’ and ‘Us’
After seventy-six years
Of precious freedom,
After seventy-five years
Of Gandhi assassination
After seventy-four years
Of Constitutional Republic
Why?
Why political ambitions are
bigger than the
gratitude for the
revered motherland.
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I am again waiting for
A renaissance
My re-birth
My dignity restored
Let me see, how much
Time will it take
And I know, I’ve been
Blessed with amazingly
Nice and grateful people.
Yep, I am hoping and praying
For the best.
