India, Not Just a Land

Long time has passed by trekking across the globe,

Long-time has passed since the Ganges took her flow,

All the valley, the mountains, the oceans, and the meadow

Took their shape and reformed again.

I silently saw the changes, witness the destruction and Recreation. Yes, I am the silent witness but not passive.

No no no don't take me as just a land. I'm not.

I am the energy within you, I am the culture, I am the Heritage, and also the dynamic clause within you.

I am the supreme power that makes you what you are.

I am the consciousness that binds you together, 

With your family, with your friends, with your beloved and enemy too.

I am not just land, I am the who I am.

Do you think I am just a bundle of clay whom you can mould as you want!!!

Do you think I am just the soil whom you can lacerate each and every day!!!

You think I am embedded only in those papers which you can crumple with your sweaty palm!!!

No no no, you are wrong. I am not just this and that what you assume.

I am something, something else.

I am the voice of the ages, I am the lap of the great sages,

I am the casket of ancient spirituality, carrying the gems of

The Life-Philosophy.

I am the one who was born the scratches of rivalry

Of exotic powers, the lust of possession, of different ages, of different cultures.

Again, I am the one who is the last to kiss them, to give them

The ultimate tranquility, the peace of the soul.

And now you think you can do anything with me? 

Do you think you can do anything without me?

Now, you mock me, you rape me, you kill me everyday…

And then you spit on me saying, "what a nation!!!"

Is it so my dear children?

Remember, I am what I am, and You are the traitors.

You are the coward mistakers afraid of accepting your own mistakes.

You are the cruelest criminals victimizing your own blood.

You are in the frenzy of Oblivion of your great ancestry,

Now You adore those alien cultures who used to seek peace in my adobe! 

And you think this can go so far and far?

Oh Dear, have you ever heard of the tale of cutting the branch while sitting on it?

You think I am just a piece of land with whom you can do anything, anytime.

You think I am just a piece of the land whom you can buy and sell with a paper.

Dear, have you ever heard the tale of cutting the branch while sitting on it?