The Nris And The Picture Of India/ India Before The Non-Resident Indians: A Chimera And A Mirage Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

India to the non-resident Indians
Is just like a mirage,
A mirage,
A chimera
And nothing more
As when they come to,
It may appear to be
As envisaged
And taught by,
But the view-point
Seen with the bare eyes
Will be devastating
And distraught
Will the incumbents return to
As for the change in scenario,
The circumstances
And situations
Ever changing
In life and the world,
As the house does not
Remain a house
In absence
And the rent-holder
Turns into an owner,
The property too not property
If someone supervises it
For long,
Ownership changes with,
Who to bear with the load
Of the rare visitors,
The absentees
And what it happens
In absentia,
God knows that,
Only God,
Even the relatives
Today they are liking,
Tomorrow they wiill not,
Will forget
The relations,
For the time-gap,
Communication-gap,
Time and distance
And maybe it property disputes.

The NRIS,
NRIS, non-resident Indians,
Indians Indians not,
Residing elsewhere,
Not in India,
But in foreign,
How far Indian are they,
How far will they remain
Those who live abroad,
God knows,
I am not going to answer it,
But Indians,
Indians
Of Indian origin
Dwelling in foreign,
Indian root and nativity,
Glued to or forgotten
I don't know it,
But are Indians,
But know it not,
How will they adjust with
The food habit, tongue forgotten,
Heat and dust,
The taboos of society
Restricted
If they stay long,
Come after a gap
For a sojourn?

How far Indian are those,
How far are
Those who live abroad,
Overseas,
Across the seven seas
Those who went
During the British period
Were boycotted
Is not my question
Neither their allegiance to India
Nor shall I ask them
To stick
As karma is dharma,
Which gives bread and butter
Is greater,
Greater than
The motherland,
I mean the karmabhumi,
The land of action,
Work and activity
Is greater than
That of the matribhumi,
The motherland,
Not so blind in philosophy
And patriotism am I
As during the World Wars,
Did the Indians not fight
On the foreign lands?

After waiting at the airport
As for visa and passport reasons,
Security check and search,
Heat and dust,
Struggling to understand
The language,
Finding hard to get
Food and drinks
Rather than trolley stuffs
Spiced and local
With lines and queues everywhere,
Want they,
Want they to be back
From the airport
By the flight
They have landed on,
Taking the same
Want they,
Want they to return
As for the gap
In communication and making to believe
India seen,
Seen from far,
India envisaged,
India real,
A study in surrealism,
India India,
Foreign foreign,
India India.

And when the NRIs return they,
Carry they,
They the pictures with,
India dreamt
And India realistic,
India seen
And imagined,
India real, bare
Full of heat and dust
And they too Indians,
Indians no doubt
But without Indianness
Though full of Indianism,
Indianization
But without
As Indian English language
Variety is,
Indian but otherwise
As a caucus
In foreign
Supporting India
In trouble,
A lobby helping it
In dire crisis,
But the dream factor
Needs to be dispelled,
The dreams they are shown
By the expatriate parents
Mythically, genealogically.