Ur Indian Poem by swetha vankayalapati
Ur Indian
Days begin with praying hands
in holy waters to the deity
days forbidden in thy waters
unburnt bodies of dead;
To kill a worm on plants,
we spread poison in soils and waters
wiping out a village from our map
where the mother's milk is of pesticides;
know it as a political hand!
power cut ends up farmer's life
leaving villages to city life
living across factories disposal,
livelihood on lies, food from thy waters
healthcheckup in government hospitals
thy sophisticated doctors knew treating dead bodies
know it as a careless hand!
History only knew we taught peace to 'tis world
my kids only knew to make a game out of skeleton
my women only knew what dowry system has to do
we present domestic violence on them
she carries a womb, for its a daughter, we deny
waiting for a son!
Raise killing his dreams, having no penny
learn his suicide reading his letter,
he died of no love to his life!
know it as a corruption hand thy killed his dreams! !
My solidiers spirits only knew thy enemy,
thy family only knew what thy lost along with them;
not accidents that always we hear
its incidents we never dare again to hear
attacking with acids, burning alive
children born without organs,
stolen body organs.......
know it as a lustful hand cursing! !
ask me what right
have I to write....
for a reason I started writing
you might know
uR iNDiAN
not knowing a way to run away
from thy hands, awaiting a helping hand...
no m not awaiting a helping hand..................u got to know the history of ours is the richest as i have been studying loads of books over that. and u know why sometimes we have to say these words its just because we r changing and going in way which is making us to move back and forth...........it was never the situation when the things were complete indian like when sanskrit survived and the great stories of real fighters, the fundamental cause is that we cant remain urselves......so we worth back and forth motion......as u can also see some fellows are just being multi billionaires and some are too poor..thats just because we r not helping ourselves and tend to live for us only and thats not an indian way to live
A great write, I am not Indian but Indian i believe there is lot of opportunity and potential to rise one more time, you got intelligence, colorful cultures, with bit new flavors in new era, I believe India will create another history that can stand with your past glory time, it just a bout time and people....people who decide, to change a movement is by heart, heart by heart in governing new entity..you got the strong base, even not as strong as long time ago, but it still can be a basement for building same glory...in your own shape. To Indian, proud to be Indian, i am not but i always believe the potential is there but something need to fix to bring a firework bombard in the sky again, as a celebration of new rise...India...lot to do but it is not impossible_Unwritten Soul
I salute your poem.you know, poem can transform, it can change hearts.This poem is very true.You have highlighted our problems.Keep writing.........
A society that bleeds from the heart, peace is an illusion nicely played by the politicians.
We are passing through a rough patch of time. God willing it will get over soon. Corruption and despotism is hallmark of Indian politics. Thanks for the compassion towards have-nots. Please do read my poem EVOLUTION OF SHAME along similar lines. God bless.
A voice against the despoilers of our Earth, for the soil, the trees, the animals, the people, the land and the love of life. Well done.
...not accidents we always hear it's incidents we never dare to hear again... THOSE LINES STRUCK ME. Well, all is and will be well. I must say Swetha, you know what you.'re doing and you've got concrete intelligence
Hi Swetha! you have put the modern India in just a few lines....great! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/14/2024 7:55:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a touching poem based on true realities..which are hard to be forgotten....