It merits little for a patriot,
To live in this uneven land,
Ruled by biased laws,
Where people live and die,
Crying for free doles and free quotas.
I know not, what purpose I serve here?
Only listening high and empty talks,
Signify nothing or opposite,
Deep darkness, stark sadness, poverty,
Hungry and naked people.
Crude and rude rulers,
Worshiping divisive secularism
And racial social justice,
Adoring Islam and caste
And mocking nationalism and patriotism.
Seeing bloodbath, loot and destruction,
Devastating my dear nation,
My heavenly father asked,
To wake up and step into a world,
Where people are free of vices.
Where people breathe with hope,
Where knowledge opens mind,
Where revolutionaries sweep power corridors,
Where patriotism flows with heart beat,
Where honesty floods the society.
And people sacrifice unconditionally
And people celebrate festival of fulfillment,
And people are drowned in endless love,
Happiness, prosperity and grace of God,
And burn all the evil around and inside.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
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