My country,
Her lands are
barely surviving, soil devoid of fertility
Some covered with buildings and others with pesticides
Rivers are
dying and glaciers melting irreversible
Water that was once given as last drop for salvation
Is crying for
its last drop !
I just don’t
love my country!!!
I love my
countrymen!
I love what is
there – alive, breathing and looking with hope
My country was
never a piece of land, she never had a boundary
She was always
a concept and I still love that concept.
Bloody farce nationalists
have made it a piece of boundary
People who don’t
even have an idea how invaluable this concept is
Are trying to
project themselves as its protectorate!
We can hide
the filth but someone will have to clean it someday
We can deny
the discrimination but someone will have to pay the price
We can ignore
the hunger but can we send the hungry to gas chambers
How can I love
my country?
We can broaden
the road but what’s about our people who are sleeping on roadside
Someone can
crush them under tyres and walk free
An abusive
word in movie is against national culture but
Kids begging
on the roads and busts visible from torn clothes
are national
pride!
Here millions wait
for days to get a bucket of water
while some wash not
just the car but even the tyres with drinking water!
Forget about
morality even legality is ignored!
Someone runs
AC at 16 in summer and need a blanket
Others are
fanning away the heat under the open sky!
These hypocrite
nation lovers!
They form
societies want to save the city and the nation
But a
different nation! And,
I cannot love
that nation!
Millions are
without roof, without proper clothes,
They have to
sell land to get loved ones treated
Hospitals don’t
have doctors, beds and nurses
Schools don’t
have buildings and teachers
But we are
making a Digital India!
I just cannot
love this digital India!
It is such a
fraud, such a farce!
Fire of hunger
cannot be subsided by national pride
Plight of poor
cannot be comforted by foreign reserve
Pain of
getting a rail ticket is much times bigger than Visa hassle
Sobbing sound of army
widows are more important than
Cheering
crowed gathered inside random stadiums
How can I love the country until my fellow countrymen
are fighting for a piece of bread!This is not about one right now or the one in the past
This is just about a "concept" of a country!
My country was always a concept and will remain a concept!
And I know there are enough believers to keep the faith going!!!
