India

As I walk along, I see

People of a nation which is free

Physically, but not mentally.

Chained by narrow mindsets and thoughts.

My India boasts of being the largest

democracy in the world

But is pregnant with poverty, corruption and exploits its land.

It reminds me of a girl, I met

On a seashore, her poised body, wet

With the sea, crying

She says, ‘I'm India on which lying

Are the weights of a billion girls' tears

Suppressed, scolded.’

Fear of being raped and killed hover around me.

And until everyone is happy and content,

We are not really free.