Sunday, November 29, 2015

Hey country, how have you come to this!!

Hey country, how have you come to this!





When I was a child,
you were green fields, clean streets, smiling officials and 
the smell of camphor in evenings at a bustling temple






Now you are the noose of a dead farmer,

the slum of litter, piss and spit,
the irate face behind the counter and
the blood of stampede at the feet of a stone figure






When I was a child,
you were the majestic buddha overlooking a clear blue lake,
the white dove of love, seated on the banks of Yamuna
and
the four yellow minars shooting up in the sky, amidst a bustling city



Now you are the floating garbage and the green water with foul smell I have to cross through to get to you

the oil refinery, turning your feathers grey with it's venomous vomit and
the city that is painting you red from inside (with pan masala) and black from outside (with vehicle exhausts)





When I was a child,
you were the open ground in my town, where I used to fall
while pedaling the bicycle or while running to catch the ball




Now you are the parking lot of a shopping mall
while Sikandar dashes through the streets and Iqbal has got no place to bowl at all!









When I was a child,
you were a lady clad in a saffron-sari, sitting on a lion, holding a tri-color flag




Now you run stripped naked while the lion chases you,
hugging the torn flag to cover your body












When I was a child,
you were a potpourri of liquid colors dancing together




Now those colors are solid dry with borders of red in-between





When I was a child, I was an Indian
Now I am a brahmin, a hindu, a telanganite and a telugu


Hey country, how have you come to this!!

1 comment:

  1. Good effort but concise poetic language with more effective words should be there. You can certainly improve it and also in course become a good poet too.

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