Progressive Poem by Sivaprasad Parackal

Progressive

Progressive are those who despise their own Mother
Speaking ill of Her is freedom to express
Compete they with each other to please Her neighbour
Disowning Her makes them liberals

They feel ashamed of Her ‘primitive' culture
Wish they to dissolve Her boundaries
Claim they to be the apostles of change
And seem to dream a lawless land

Men of conditioned responses
Dance they to the tunes of their doyens
Who pretend to be the saviours of the oppressed
Seem they to wage war against the social milieu

Though they forget, it is She who makes them progressive
Had they been born in the valleys and deserts of holy death?
They want to rewrite Her past and future
But can they write without the Walls?