India, my beloved Motherland,
A richly endowed, vast
Country,
Is gifted with a talented, fast
Breeding population
of colossal proportions.
But human tragedies
Too occur in colossal proportions.
Hundreds,
thousands,
Millions
perish here in man-made disasters.
But their lives.
Have little value
Because their space
Is soon gobbled up
By twice as many.
Faulty bridges,
Rough roads,
Illegal buildings,
Cramped houses,
with no fire safety measures,
Child laborers,
Huge fires,
Huge disasters
Well, who cares!
Certainly not
Our selfish, corrupt politicians
with evil agendas,
Jingoistic inclinations,
Hankering only for vote banks,
Moving foolish Bills,
On rollercoasters,
Smuggling refugees
From neighbouring countries.
Insensitive, callous,
They rape my beloved country,
Like a crazy, horny
Bridegroom on his first night...
Well, who knows when this
Dark night ends,
while the callous
Relentless
Juggernaut of Time rolls...
Anybody who is a keen observer of the headlines knows what is currently happening in the country. It is natural that he will be concerned about the misadventures of ruling dispensation spreading unrest on one or the other pretext. Local administration doesn't seem to be having any accountability- for fires, illegal industrial units, child labour, inhuman conditions in which poor workers are made to work and the like. Thanks, Jasbir ji.
A brilliant patriotic poem! Pragmatic contemplation! Loved reading it....10++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is my second visit to this poem with a very catchy title but with a meticulous portrayal of realities of our society which happen to be terribly cruel- to say the least. Will this picture change or will stay with us like some nondescript curse?