Debt Poem by Azitej Anand

Debt..
Oh! the stuff.
25 years ago,
Cursed by debt:
I was born;
An Indian debt:
Stubborn to shook It!
Mere my hands,
blue clouds howeling in my eyes;
Shun this debt, blessed on me by nation:
I proclaimed my soul;
To turn down each arrow of emotions,
Each arrow of love,
Each arrow of materialism;
I need to be called out by liberal name:
I have fully furnished it!
So, Liberal:
Not to shook the debt of my heredity;
The debt that nation Surcharge on each one born in our country:
At that time:
I suffuse not to get debted by any thing:
Now, I am a liberal man:
But I was wrong!
We all furnished with several bonds:
It's easy to get emancipate from it.
Isnn't it?
Clouds that howels around me, enforced me:
Flora and fauna that always alot me a lap,
enforced me:
The things that supposed to be set on non living mode,
animated and enforced me:
Our ancestor and, the air that luminates my cell,
enforced me.

Enforced me;
To proclaimed
That,
I am an indian
And it's being our duty to serve it!
Respect it!
Either you Are muslim or hindu,
But the foremost thing is that we are Indian.