September 10, 2011
The India of My Dreams
In the land where the Ganges flows
Meandering through a mighty course
Over hills and plains among worshipping folk
Who in her sacred waters soak
A multitude in prayer I see
Right from her source in Gangotri
I pause and stop to take a glance
While mesmerized and in a trance
And soon I'm lost in reverie
Which takes me back in history
To sixty years ago and four
When we had dreams and hopes galore
In a nation that was great and wide
Where many sacrificed and died
Some struggled hard to set us free
To make our "tryst with destiny"
As Nehru had proclaimed that night
When through the darkness we saw light
Our pledge once more we did renew
In an ancient nation, yet so new
We promised that we would succeed
And show the world that we could lead
Though challenges we had in store
Our forefathers had borne much more
And at that moment etched in time
With heartfelt feelings so sublime
We said we'd put an end to crime
Disease and poverty in time
But time has passed and we have failed
With doubts and fears, I am assailed
We still have hungry mouths to feed
Who are in want of basic need
With a heritage as rich as ours
And dreams that we might reach the stars
I shrug my shoulders with dismay
"Paradise Lost" I'm forced to say
For in this land that's so unique
Some thrive by silencing the meek
They loot the poor with all their tricks
A cesspool known as Politics
They promise you the sun and moon
With idle talk they make you swoon
They need your votes to win their seat
Until they win they'll touch your feet
They cheat and bribe to make their dough
And have no qualms to stoop real low
Entrenched into just every scene
I smell corruption in their spleen
Moral fibre's what they lack
And black money they love to stack
They have the same old reputation
When it comes to tax evasion
This thick-skinned bureaucratic crowd
Would have done Machiavelli proud
And though expletives come to mind
A ray of hope I sometimes find
For among the 1000 Million souls
Some haven't lost sight of all our goals
'Hazaaro" mein you do find one
Like "Anna" who our hearts has won
He's struck a chord within us all
I'm sure we'll rise and hear his call
And I believe that we will win
"Hum Honge Kamyaab ek din"
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