In boundless amazement
I ask myself
Is this the land of me?
Where I spent my playful days
Among my companions of diverse faith
Sharing, greetings and receptions too
Watching Ramleela and Christmas fair
Like a creeper of indolence, yes!
Knowing my friends by names only
Not by religion, caste or creed.
In vogue of empathy
I introspect my soul
Is this the same land that now converted
Into a feverish dream of distress?
To me
It encircled into the lines of colours;
Sensing of the Green and Saffron
Stigma of caste and identity, see;
Is now going deep and deep
Moral values resettled upon
To waste and waste.
In desperate solitude
I mean to realize
The meaning of patriotism and nationality
Distorting the bower of universal fraternity
Torn apart in trouble of contrived politics.
In intense dilemma of beef and the ban
I reconcile to myself;
You can't resent but only suffer
The mind-numbing
The venom spewing
Is totally politics of ill thoughts
That devastate harmonious notion.
Since I was taught
And made to pose;
never be bold
Live and let live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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