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Can’t you make me smile again
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Aug 2010 Contest, English Poetry |
63 years you count and cheer
pat on your own backs, a pride false
what so great to smile, to celebrate
when I stand grieving, can’t you see?!
I cry, yes I cry
For those who burn alive
Blast away as thousand charred pieces
Merrily who walked the street, unaware
Moments after are just specks numerous
Oh I cry, my heart bleeds
For those sons of my own soil
Day and night who till and toil
Burdened up they live in turmoil
And garland themselves in a rope coil
How can I not grieve? Yes I do!
Living in the valley of exotic beauty
My children think only of black soot
Hollow hearts they move about,
Dying each day; anticipating terror.
I am angry, too furious
At all your smiles of false triumph
Over blind issues: all your fights
Religion, region, mine and his
Never think of me? Am I still “MOTHER” India?!
Wake up my children, please I beg
Can’t you make me smile again
And bask in the pride of being ‘ME’
Mother to a Nation of virtues, where
Each one smiles straight from the heart.
Very Good !!! anupama ji…
@kishan, Thank you very much Kishan ji
A lovely take, Anupama.
@medhini, Thank you
a meaningful poem on Mother India
@Parespeare, Thank you 🙂
Very nicely penned poem, Anupma, Congrats. Keep writing and sharing.
@U.M.Sahai, Thank you for the appreciation 🙂
Nice but lacks rhythm!
(Don’t mind!)
@Eric, Thank you Eric for your comment and suggestion.
Very nice Anupama. The state is awfully sad and Mother is indeed crying tears of blood.
@parminder, Thank you Madam
enedu desha bhakti is on flow….?:)