Mother India The land I love like my mother they warn if I keep harping and member the same strings of sweet pain again and again by moving my hand Over the wounds in 2002 They inflicted upon then I come to them and ask if I could wail at the grave of my girl friend whom they cut through her belly and throw over the oven of a bakery no, they said as if it would create sound pollution and if you do not obey orders you know ,how many we have silenced here by putting our legs on their throats even a devil could not keep the count and at the court of justice and an expert lawyer could not counter we have bribed them all then I come again and beg them second time if I may call my Lord five times in a day my Allah , My God again they said no, it disturbs them when they are in sleep here it is called India a secular democratic state where everything is possible a murder in a minute in a second a rape but the rights of livelihood especially of minorities no, no , it is impossible then I go to the tombs of Alexander ,Asoka , Akbar and Babur And ask them to call a congregation Under the leadership of Buddha Finally they meet and decided upon That this land belongs to all No matter how and who comes five thousand years ago Or four thousand of years later And who worships her like an idol Or loves like a mother You are all the sons and daughters Of this great mother land And number is a mere delusion In the minds of thugs ad mongers ! Since then I cry I recall And wail And prepare for a new dawn And fight for a better India For us all.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 22:49:32 +0000
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