India of My Dreams

Everyday I wake up to the sounds of screeching horns,

Instead of the humming birds’ soothing songs;

When I look outside the windows of my cosy house,

I see the huzzle buzzle of the creepy crowds.

Everyday I watch the children carrying heavy backpacks,

Instead of playing in the green lawn grass;

And I know they’re longing for chocolates and candies,

But walking to school like operated zombies.

I am highly amused of the way people thrive,

Forgetting what they really need in life!

Attending late night parties to jive,

Instead of taking care of a sweet wife,

Who waits all day long in dreams and hopes,

For her man caught up in some IT prison,

Working hours together held in tight ropes,

Alas! He fails to remember her for some reason!

Is this why our forefathers gifted us freedom?

To be free from one man’s grip and caught in another kingdom?

Where one has to forget one’s own culture and tradition

To impress someone else and satisfy their mission?

I dream my India to be envied by the whole world!

For in the depth of her children’s hearts there is love,

love and love…

All I dream is my India to follow her passion!

And I dream her children to work for mother nation!