As I Wear Out Poem by Sharbaaniranjan Kundu

I am 70.
India is an exciting place now.
A country that was lying dormant.
People thought it is a country of elephants and snake charners.
Suddenly slowly it is getting out of its slumber.
As if it was resting for a big jump.
When others are loosing steam having hobnobbed with single minded isms
India is unfolding its wares:
Yoga, Ayurveda, Spiritualism,
Skills emanating from concepts,
its inclusive philosophy.
India is everywhere now.
Its greeting way of Namaste to all with folded hands of dignified humility.
Its wisdom of peace for prosperity.
A civilization overrun by knowledgelessness and brute senseless behaviour.
How stupid were they who burnt books of knowledge accumulated over centuries.
Things are ahappening in a new India being modernised embellished with ageold knowledge and wisdom.
Shall I live long enough to enjoy the fruits?
I have witnessed the hardships.
Now is the time for paybacks.
I am keeping my fingers crossed.