Status Update Of Bharat Mata

I am ashamed,

For what you must be blamed.

It hurts me when my every child curse each other,

They argue, quarrel and balk and perhaps omit the presence of their mother.

They abuse, cry and grudge of sketchy news they hear on “unsocial” platforms,

And creating issues of argument from nowhere getting shilly-shally of so corrupted informs.

They fight, fight and fight and kill each other,

And calling my womb unsafe, they again begin their war.

Their wars are in the form of terrorism, mob-lynching and propaganda seduction,

Whom I served secular throughout their period of gestation.

My all children are not anti-human,

Few serve their mother standing tall surrounding my body with full devotion.

With no complains they are always on their duty,

And for me they are ready forever to attain mortality.

But they are very few in number,

And that too being harassed by many of their “insecure” brothers.

But it is kalyug where my own children,

Standing in my heart and narrating, “maa tere tukde honge”

But that too I could have tolerated,

If ‘neighbours’ would have not heard.

The humiliation I feel can’ t be expressed,

If my children say that their mother’s womb is not safe.

These things have turned me agelast,

And that day is not far when I will be in parts.

Undoubtedly, it sounds very unfortunate for every one of you,

But I have become the real victim of ‘intolerance’ as proposed by a few.

But abide by my request,

Don’t abuse me anymore

As,

I am ashamed,

For what you must be blamed.