Friday 31 October 2014

Mother India

This poem is not dated, but I had written this when I was in Class 9 (So around 1993) as part of a school assignment..

There was a kite once
Stuck in the branches of a tree
Struggling to go up
Struggling to be free

India was this kite
Under the British control
To "Divide and Rule" was
One of their important goal.

The British exploited her
They only wanted to gain
They hurt her, wounded her
They caused her so much pain

Till at last she could not bear
To her children she told
"Come from wherever you are
Free me from the British hold!"

And her children came
From North, south, east and west
To give her injured body
Some coolness,  some rest.

Buddhists, Parsis, Sikhs
Hindus, Muslims and Jains
All of them came
To remove their mother's pains

No matter what their religion was
Wasn't India their mother
And if it was so then
Werent they all brothers?

What was religion now?
When their aim was the same
Was it not to free India
To bring her glory and fame

With these thoughts in mind
They fought shoulder to shoulder
Without any fear or anxiety
They became bolder and bolder

They were not afraid of anything
They were ready to lay their lives
Many mothers lost their sons
And husbands were lost by wives

And because of these sacrifices
On one glorious day
Freedom and independence
At India's feet lay

Everyone was happy
The atmosphere was merry and gay
Hindus and Muslims embraced each other
Happiness was on its way

But this was not for long
For although the British went
They laid the seeds of division
Without the slightest cause to repent.

Soon Pakistan and Bangladesh were separated
And thus Hindus and Muslims divided
This was the fruit of seeds
Which the British had laid

But trouble was not yet over
For in India there were problems too
Hindus and Muslims became greatest enemies
And there was nothing anyone could do.

This trouble is still going on
They are still killing each other
Did they forget what they had said
That they were all brothers?

They fight because of a temple and a mosque
But is not God one?
What does a four sided building matter
That they have to point guns?

They drove away the British because
The British were hurting their mother
Can't they realise now that
Their own crime is no other?

All this killing and murdering
It makes me feel so sad
Can't they have the same unity
Which before freedom they had?

But I know this wont last long
For come what may
A great king in the past has said
"EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY"

So lets wait for the future
With new hopes in our mind
That we will unite, become one
And all these divisions leave behind.

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