I am an Indian.
A country with great contradictions,
Captured differently in our heart,
with different reality on the ground.
A Land where which prides in its culture
Where it was OK to build temple of Kamadeva
Hundreds of Years ago
But it’s not OK to canvasize your Imagination now
As it doesn’t satisfy a Sena’s ego.
A land of brave people,
and weak leaders elected by brave people.
A nation where politician seems to come
from the most deprived class of the society.
Uneducated, Ignorant, Senseless, Irrelavent and Useless.
Where Modis and Mayawatis move with layers of Security,
Insecure of people who they are suppose to serve
And Crib about national security.
A Land where President Holidays in South East,
And a party plans to hold Bandh,
As Mumbai Burns.
A Land where politicians can’t be criminals,
Where a Godfather kill South Indians to become a Neta,
And his Godson kills North Indians to become a bigger Neta.
Where people will not recognize you as fellow Indians,
But as Biharis, Marathi and Tamilians.
Pride in my religion is gone,
Hindu or Muslim – I am scared to tell anyone.
Pride in my state is gone,
I wish the pride in India remains,
I am an Indian and I wish to remain one.
