The Lost Country Poem by neha sharma

My country seems to have lost its way into the dreary desert,
everyone seems to be corrupt and no one seems to exert.
a cloud of problems is hovering over us,
the country is in a vicious circle of fiasco and fuss.
citizens have turned to hooligans,
no one is ready to work hard in the sun.
will it always be a utopian dream,
to make India flow smoothly like a stream.
materialism has overpowered us and conquered us,
we are busy filling our pockets for a life to be luxurious.
we are solicitous for ourselves and not for our motherland,
who bettered our lives and uplifted us from sand.
the patriots who sacrificed their comfy loves for the country,
they broke the shackles of slavery and made us free.
may we all be persevere and dedicating like them,
and eliminate the increasing chaos and mayhem.

CONTRIBUTED BY:
NEHA SHARMA