A Deep Reflection Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Somewhere is the cry for bread,
Somewhere is the cry for blood.
And the party flags are fluttering high
Forcing man to wander too low.

Tongues are answering our life,
Guns are shortening our life.
Flags are dividing our heart,
Man is becoming a brute.

Where are those promises?
Where is our mental poise?
Where is the call of Indus Valley?
Who did steal the treasure of life?

Parties are in the first list,
Caste and Religion come next.
Both together form the political front
And the ancient treasure is practically lost.

Who removed from our ‘Pledge’
“India is our Motherland? ”
Who added instead
India is my country?

Country and country men
Never replace motherland and brothers.
A king should be a philosopher,
Else, the burial of our nation is sure.

If our politicians are philosophers,
Indus valley culture would bloom here.
Till then, we can only scream,
Our life would remain only a dream.