Who will wipe her tears ?

The dawn wakes up to the cry of an infant in hunger,
the starving mother rushes to feed and wipe its tears.
Who is there to wipe the tears of this mother,
having a billion sons & daughters.

Men and women dressed in khadi on the stage,
talk about fifty years of her independence.
Does she feel any difference between her own & the English race?
It hurts more to be stabbed by her own sons.

The wheel is turning full circle once again,
with brother stabbing brother & the mother helpless.
In the Mahabharata, it was atleast for pecuniary gain,
her sons today die over meaningless caste and religious issues.

Her children grow up studying Science and Technology,
with no one to breath in them a whiff of Patriotism.
Growing up into adults ashamed to admit love for their country,
lacking the knowledge and will to stand up for the national anthem.

The star-spangled banner is an object of pride,
for every American worth his salt.
Can we say the same about our compatriots,
most of whom won’t know the Tricolor upside down ?

Never hesitating to fight for our selfish rights,
conveniently forgetting our duty towards her.
Ain’t it time we asked ourselves,
what we did for our Mother ?

For every hundred of us ready to fly to the land of dreams,
do we have atleast one to work for her advancement.
Or, have we turned away our eyes from her sorrows,
holding money and not our Mother important.

Can’t we make an example of the illiterate auto-driver,
proclaiming proudly on the back of his vehicle that,
“Eighty percent of Indians might be dishonest,
still my beloved India is the best”.

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