Our India Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Agrarian, rural, countrified,
Agricultural,
So varied and different
Stretching from the seas
To the mountainous fringes
Encompassing plains to deserts
To plateaus
Had been old
Carrying on conventional things
Had been fatalistic and inactive
Dependent on gods and fate
Rather than science and technology,
Logic and reason as to be our guide
Divided in between caste, creed, class and community,
We had nothing to reason
What the elders said it,
We believed it right or wrong
And our literature too was oral
Living a village life
With nothing to read or keep
Sleep you on the mat
Without light, fans
In the mud house
So humid and dark
Without books, pens and note-books,
Medicines and proper care
Living a neglected life
Without any personal liberty and freedom.