Mother India

I tried to pen down my vast and beautiful appealing and boundless Mother India

When a cry came within asking me to find and explore! 

That what do I write about India? 

Should I write about the fields and the crops that yields? 

Or about the farmers whose wounds are never healed? 

Should I write about the bungalows where Ambani and Jindal resides? 

Or about the slum where one room ten men hide? 

Should I write about the highway and fully lighted streets? 

Or about the poor with no food to eat? 

Should I write about the Taj Mahal, forts or tombs? 

Or about the traitors who kill their girls in their womb?

Should I write about Kamakhya, the goddess who bleeds? 

Or about the ladies who are kept in the cowshed, when about to breed? 

Should I write about Navaratri and the traditions to worship little girls? 

Or about those women who are raped and murdered? 

Should I write about Kalpana Chawla the girl who went to space? 

Or about Bhanwari Devi or some other Dalit rape case? 

Should I write about the girls who march on Republic Day? 

Or about the brothers who go to school while the sisters stay? 

Should I write about the rules which say everybody is equal? 

Or about those homosexuals who have no platform to express? 

And as I try to write more, 

there is more confusion in the air, 

That what should I write about India?? 

My India

Mother India