Is India a Banana Republic?
Are Indians Mango People?
And living the Cattle Class life.
There are many cracks within the lute,
That slowly and slowly will craft the music mute,
And leisurely silencing all.
It petite yields to be meritorious,
By this caste and communal republic,
Among these rapists, robbers and duffers;
Divisive laws unto Banana People,
Those beg, rob, rape and unpatriotic;
O God! Lift me like vapor.
Life does not make me break,
It is callous system that kills,
Corruption crept among the knights,
Always hitting greatly,
Even rift within the lover's lute,
That rotting inward, crying for peace.
The sad Ganga sounding sad,
Poor wretch, no savior, no friend;
For that great pride of nation flows,
Ready to fly to her father divine.
Save, save me, by the balm of pity;
Help, for the follows, take me to thy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the feelings of an Indian! all educated Indians think the same way, but do nothing for the betterment, except mind their own business! any way well written poem!