There was
this vast land,
Ruled by
mighty kings,
With
enormous wealth,
Where
marvels happened,
Generations
have passed
And the
marvels still stand tall.
Amidst the
chaotic world,
There is
this place,
Built on
the walls of values,
that came
from the ages old,
There is
this place,
Where I
breathe,
Where I
live,
This is my
mother land.
Ever so
colorful,
Ever so
beautiful.
Let me
smear my face,
With this
holy soil,
And breathe
deep
the scent
of my divine home.
I thank
you,
The
almighty.
For my soul
breathes this air,
For my
tongue speaks this magic,
For my
heart feels this Mother
with an
ocean of love.
Yet, I live
in these troubled times,
where the
sons have
forgotten
the obligation
that came
when they
were gifted
this life here.
The obligation
to keep
her happy,
to respect
the values
she has stood for
from the
time immemorial.
The duty to
stand by,
unaffected
by this petty
selfish
mean desires.
I pass
every day
As my
Mother gets humiliated
By her very
own sons,
Whom she
had nurtured.
I pass
every day
watching
these monsters
Abuse this
holy land.
I pass
every day
gulping
down the pain
that runs
through these veins.
I pray and
pray
For what
one man can do,
What one
man can do,
to stop
this defilation,
to make a
difference,
How can this
inception,
be fired in
the hearts
Of billions
who share my home.
Then I feel, I can,
When I
believe I can,
Sometimes
you just need
to take a
step back,
to make a
big leap.
Sometimes
you need
to believe
in the dawn,
When it is
still dark.
Sometimes you
need
to just
jump in,
when you
still think
you can’t
swim.
Sometimes,
you have
to go
beyond, where
others have
always feared.
Sometimes,
you just
to need
stop thinking
And start
doing.
As this
urge surges within,
I promise
on this day,
That my
soul won’t die in peace,
Unless I
see a smile on your face,
Unless your
glory rises back,
You are my
Mother India.
-
Shashank K D(15-08-2012)
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