India Still Dreams Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

Unlike never before.
Dreams make her an optimist
And she looks upward unto the skies infinite.

She is sandwiched between
A glory lost and a gory imminent for future.
A painter comes with a fresh brush and a great vision!
But there is no canvas to paint.

The politician speaks aloud till he sweats
And a crowd listens to him in all dismay.
Commoners may soon perish
As the rulers are ever to write their fate.

The motor man cursed rambler
Roams on the road to nowhere.
The laid spirits of Gandhi and Gulzarilal
Cannot rise from the ashes fossil-ed by time.

The trumpets are heard
While the hunger laden flock of men pulls the cart
The cart named democracy!
Indians glorify the machinery Once more;

India dreams once more for all
Of a life that can tread on still.
An Indian girl dreams of never being chased
As the dark cover of night descends.