A country which has lost its fame,
A country which has no name.
A country where Gods once resided,
“We will desert this country”, Gods decided.
A country whose people were educated and civilized,
A country whose people now are dehumanized.
A country whose basic essence was secularism,
A country which is now laid on communalism.
A country from which all bad elements feared,
A country where terrorism and corruption are now cheered.
A country which was known as ‘The Golden Sparrow’,
A country where this golden sparrow has been killed by a bow and arrow.
This country referred is India and it is my motherland,
which has to rise to protect its sand.
The raw reality is both rabid and refreshing. May your country awake to the sound of your trumpeting poem. Thanks for sharing
The trouble India faces is only transitory. India has come out successful always in the past, present and will keeping winning in future also.
Do not worry; there is hope for your country. All we have to do is to be sincere to ourselves and to others in putting aside evil in our lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very patriotic and nationalistic! very good!