Subbaraman N V
*indian Republic Sixty Four! - Poem by Subbaraman N V
Indian Republic sixty four
Democratic fruits enjoyed to core
Democratic rights availed in full
Democratic values laid in lull!
Rights yielded place to a free license
License to indulge in deeds nonsense
Nonsense leading to atrocities
Beyond all due sensitivities!
Achievements galore, pride on one hand
Atrocities galore, ashamed we stand!
Corrupted mind, stained thoughts, evil deeds
Here and there, everywhere, pity indeed!
Our success and failure, good and bad
Who is responsible- sure I am!
R-day resolve- to all should be same!
"Let me mend my mind, tame my thought
With power of will, evils to be fought
Sure allow not my Motherland rot!
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