INDIA OF MY DREAMS

Long time ago, we called it 'A Golden Bird',

She is wounded now with her wings broken,

Her feathers have shed, she doesn't sing a word,

Flightless poor bird is no more golden.

I dream that INDIA paves her path in the light of its Constitution,

Religion becomes a less serious affair than employment, health & education.

A nation where democracy is practiced in true sense,

Where corruption is struck hard & citizens embrace non-violence.

 

India gets stained with the shades & tints of green.

The earth, water & air is non-toxic , hygienic & clean.

There is more food on a needy's plate than a dustbin,

Where a 'body alive' is valued more than the one in a coffin.

The farmers & workers are not compelled to commit suicide.

The core builders of the nation lead a healthy life with pride.

Women's modesty is heightened and men's gaze is lowered,

Where we respect emotions, 'naked' & prefer bodies, 'covered'.

We feel indisposed to shed blood and readily willing to donate,

Where the effects of technology is a topic of discussion, not debate.

I dream that her lost glory, she regains,

She soars high in the global sky once again.