Friday, March 11, 2011

Mother India Today!

 India , my mother is indeed wonderful
With full of breeze and splashing wind.
Hills and mountains of height very high

Guard her glamour without any harm.

Water sacred of Rivers, springs and seas
Prospers trees and bushes for her safety.
Scents of flowers and fruits everywhere spread
And please my mother’s children entire..

Gandhi,her great son had a great dream,
A dream filled with complete freedom.
Are we in truth independent?
O! Mother, we have free will nil.

Stand the rulers for their own policy
Carrying in carrier not any principle.
With currencies of corruptions in the pockets,
Dip they  their lip in lies and liquors.

Country remains no more of villagers,
Just it belongs to cruel villains.
Seeds of terrorism grow here fast,
Bombs in abundance fall here and blast.

Extremism waters the rivalry plants,
Creating covert havoc in places.
Lives of thousands leave this planet,
Wives of thousands lose their plans.

Little children with empty stomach
Wander here for food and bread.
Children rich from palatial abodes
Throw their eatables in ditches and drains.

Children’s celebration day in India
Pleases only the young of Haves.
The little sons of penniless ones
Stretch their hands for a coin in vain.

Vehicles costing lakhs and crores
Comfort the weights in silks and jewels
Bikes and cars carry the young in jeans
And lose they their sense even from teens.

Play their part well, drinks and Narcotics
And cheer youths’ minds in discotheque.
Looting and killing are the hobbies of the day
Shooting and stabbing follow on the way.

Steeling and pick pocketing travel in bus,
Snatching gold chain occurs at boarding.
Contagious ailments are the guests in slums,…….
The dwellers of this place, a lot, suffer.

Dollars, doctors though earn in millions
discard the destitute in  utter despair.
Flags of religions are hung on regions,
But flag of Nation burns in dejection.

Not a drop of courtesy we see,
Nor a ray of unity we feel.
Wickedness fills the heart of persons,
 And deception thrills the thoughts of people.

Where is ‘Ramrajya’ protecting rights,
A country devoid of terrible fights?
Sky-reaching preaching often we hear,
Practicing a bit, we don’t see at hand.

Still mother, you have sons a lot,
Who have attractive laurels brought
In fields of all kinds, like Science and fine arts,
And many spiritual and cultural acts.

The lining silver of cloud is very thin,
Mother, you weep with much deep pain.
May your children wipe fully your stain
And pray let us for the best to happen!


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