Suffering of Loving Mother India
The Sun rose over the Indian Ocean
To bless upon the People of India
With Gifts from Heaven Unbound
In Lands of Pristine Utopia!
Where the Rivers bear Testimony
To Upheavals of Countless Lives Untold
And be the bosom of a million dreams
That no one could ever possibly hold.
The hills where happily Unravels to all
A mist-laden Paradise of Rugged beauty
Rendering also home to Simple Small People
To be revered with Offerings as a Deity.
Paddy fields here swing to the Caress
Of gently running around Truant Breeze
Feeding the Country with Golden Harvest
Mingling with delicious curries at ease.
The Country that has seen Bloodshed
And sacrifices of Countless Brave Souls
For nearly two Centuries of utter oppressive rule
Can at least now live for new Goals.
But however heart-breaking it might seem
Our Loving Mother is Suffering once more
Being torn apart between two of her sons
Frowning upon each other like an Eyesore!
One of her Sons moves around with Pomp
In Dazzling Vehicles of Utmost Lust
Flaunting his collection of Gold and Jewelry
With Slighted care for the other as Dust.
His Endless Shopping Spree Goes on
To Fill the Lifeless Mansions Galore
Even if his Loving Mother Sinks to Penury
Never will end his thirst for More!
Her other Son Works in Factories and Farms
With Plates half-filled and half with tears
Selling everything except his Soul
To keep on Paying the Blood-sucking Lenders.
His Ravaged Today doesn’t have a Tomorrow
That he can hope for and live by
It’s only an endless dragging along
Till finally Life lets him Die!
Our Loving Mother tried her best always
To keep all her Sons in Joy and Peace
Only to be Leeched by Fraudsters and Cheats
Behind Incredible Lies in Shameful Ease!
Where Should She Go now from here
With whom share her tears and Pain
Of Golden Dreams lost Forever
And Countless lives spent in Vain!
Only if her Sons come together
To wipe away the tears of Mother
She will find a new life again
From this endless Suffering and Dither.