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Brave heart, Nirbhaya - (Contd)... a poem - MY MOTHER’S LAMENT
The flower has wilted and fallen
The
stream has dried up – its
Purity defiled
Nirbhaya’s gone forever – but
Our fear grows only
greater.
Where
is my India?
Where
its shame?
Our ivory towers are yellowed and cracking
Our
women’s steps are ever into fear
And
darkening
Our India Gate is well-protected round the
clock
But
not our mothers, sisters, wives and daughters.
Where
is my India?
Where
its shame?
The kings, queens and their ministers
Posture
with their heads high - but
Their golden raiment have long vanished,
Their
faces now shine with dung.
Where
is my India?
Where
its shame?
Unaware our royalty struts about - sure
In
their power and their Z-plus.
No glances they ever had for us
No
thought they ever spared for us.
Where
is my India?
Where
its shame?
Ministers come and go and ….. come
Setting
their safety and their masters’
We the poor children of Bharat Mata
Tremble
even in our homes.
Where
is my India?
Where
its shame?
Our Motherland’s tears have never stopped
Long
decades since the flow started
But we do not have even tears left
Who
can cry every twenty minutes?
Where
is my India?
Where
its shame?
We are scorched by bold words and tall claims
We
roast in the fires of their incredible incompetence
O Bharat Mata ki aam aurat – you can soon
rest in
Rest
in Peace, Rest in Peace!
The Father of the Nation’s long gone and
forgotten
What’s
left? Terror, fear and torment.
O my fellow mangoes, fellow mangoes
Do
you hear your Mother’s lament?
Where
is my India?
Where
its shame?
Bharat Mata ki Jai! Inspiring, no?
Look
then at the faces of your rulers.
Sober, stoic, indifference well-masked,
They
squeak ‘Jaya Hey! Jaya Hey!
Jaya
Jaya Jaya Hey!~David Mohan
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