But I Love My India Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Anna is super flop,
But Sunny Leone is super hit,
Baba is in jail, but Raja is on bail,
Terrorists get packages,
But Olympians get wreckage,
Here everyone is eating his bits,
Yes, this is my dear India.

Patriot Vajpaye is rejected,
But foreigner Sonia is accepted.
Poor rot in jail and die stinking;
But dreaded Soharabuddin is cared.
Natives are slaughtered in Assam,
But illegal invaders are protected.
Alas! This is my dear India.

Yesterday, I was a fool;
So I was trying to change the people,
But today, I am wise;
So I am changing myself,
And learning to live with them,
Here rogues always get ahead in life.
Yes, I am sure this is my India.

People enjoy here dramas, absurd;
Where power is every thing,
Powerful are worshiped and adored;
Rogues stab and thrash honesty out,
Sweetness and light not cared,
Good part dies but bad survives, long;
Perhaps air is false in my India.

I never cry, I fought the world;
But knaves thrashed me cry,
No possibility to put right,
It is a true trend, growing wild;
Land covered with wicked fox,
It is real, not a hoax,
But sadly, it is in my India.