If you cannot be born
Although the Maker allows it;
If you cannot do things
The way your mind thinks and your heart feels;
If you cannot be whatever
You love to be and wish to become;
If you cannot say express
The thoughts that seem quite fair;
If you cannot grow and reach
In areas of your liking and love;
If you cannot walk, trudge or run
In lanes of life you choose to take;
If you cannot have privacy
But is espied upon always;
If you cannot have peace
And space of home and outside;
If you cannot be entitled
To rights, property and education
If you cannot stay righteous
And enjoy the freedom permitted
Then,
Something is seriously wrong with
The nation and its administration;
Rulers and leaders and the type of rule
That needs to be cleansed and rectified,
By people’s power, poetic prowess
And rightful thinkers and souls galore
Who make the Mother earth a paradise
For all earthlings and progeny
Who know His code and toe the line of God,
And feel the wisdom of His heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we have every opportunity available in India, but to the mass who can afford to buy these opportunities, though the free education, free health care, free food, rationed and price controlled commodities, waiving of the loan in case any calamity occur and many more we 'schemes' have, but why our economy is so bad? why is the quarter of our population living as day to day laborers and why do 90% of our people not own any property?