Madathil Rajendran Nair

Gold Star - 26,723 Points (3rd December 1946 / Bombay, India)

A Nation Called India - Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair

As I sat to watch
The TV after a long grind at my desk
One channel discussed
Why Sonia did what she did
Quoting her erstwhile loyal aides

Another went to Gaza
Debated the torment
Palestinians underwent
Chided Israel for being criminally adamant

Yet another one claimed
An ISI spy had designs
Planned from his base in Sri Lanka
To bomb vital sites in South India

Those who participated in the debates
Had mouthfuls to speak
In a wild cacophony that confused
Themselves and the hosts
As the viewers dozed off
Indifferent to their nation’s turmoil

As my sisters, daughters and mothers
Across a land called India
Got disrobed and wailed in pain
In a manner one of their great epics said
God knows what parts of their bodies bled

Who cares?
Don’t ask me please
I am too indifferent
I am an Indian to the hilt
My comfort lies in sleep

Topic(s) of this poem: nation

Form: Prose Poem


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This was written in August 2014. I thought of publishing it here in view of the current controversy the Government and media are embroiled in about the BBC documentary on the Nirbhaya rape case. The TV channels are having a field day. Oh, what a shame!

Comments about A Nation Called India by Madathil Rajendran Nair

  • Bri Edwards (3/26/2017 5:03:00 PM)


    i'm not clear on what this means.

    aren't the vast majority of people on Earth more or less 'indifferent'? i am, in that i can't control things and/or don't know all of the facts. so, i'm not exactly indifferent; i just don't get involved. i don't believe letter-writing or poem-writing stirs enough of the right people to change things which i might choose to change IF i was sure of what should be changed and i was sure of how to cause the change AND i had the power to make the change.

    and yes, sleep gives comfort.

    i'm talking of large complicated situations. i have called city hall and spoken to my small city's go-to people to cause some minor changes/repairs to be made. i 'started the ball rolling' and others saw that something was done.

    the poem is a worthy effort in the right direction, but will most likely not bring about any concrete results; i don't suppose the author expected it to bring about any! but, MAYBE it will encourage some to speak out if they see or hear something disturbing.

    Thanks.

    bri :)
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  • Edmund Strolis (9/10/2016 8:20:00 AM)


    I can tell you this that the impressions that one gets of America are likely too general and misguided. I do not lock my doors at night and racism is never seen or heard except by those who wish to use it as a political tool. Yes here too they have mouthfuls to speak and a wild cacophony of confusion! To read or hear the news you would think that some great evil existed and we were all walking around hating one another. I can only imagine what the true story of India is. Do you know that when I was 18 years old I read Gandhi's biography? Here was a man capable of holding as many thoughts and opinions side by side as was necessary in order to see the big picture clearly. The opposite of course of those who blindly believe all that they hear without being able to filter out the nonsense. (Report) Reply

  • Jaishree Nair (8/12/2015 2:19:00 AM)


    I am an Indian to the hilt My comfort lies in sleep.True .Indians are turning a blind eye to the various atrocities. We are too lazy to rise to the occasions. Well envisioned. Thank you for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Rajesh Thankappan (3/5/2015 10:20:00 AM)


    India should awake from these useless cacophony and do some serious soul searching so that Nirbhaya type horrible instances do not become a routine affair, as is now tending to be. We all share your deep concerns. Beautiful write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 5, 2015



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