Helpless Motherland



Should I call you the greatest of all,
Or the greatly grieved goddess fall ?
How do you bear the chiseling pain?
Your body parts injured , isn't bloody rain?
O mother! Thou forbid us from fighting.
They breed children-bombs for biting.
Thy milk-bread builds values in Indians.
Why they produce there terrorists sons ?
 
I think only you're a real mother of love,
You've shared lap even to crow & dove.
Pity to see thy cut,wounded shape & size,
Thy kind sons only try to compromise.
O pity! How you suffered 200 years chain?
Curse to those people who were the main!
How cruelly they cut thy body many slice!
They created countries of their choice...
Now they have come to attack thy head,
Due to thy greedy sons' selling plan made.
Ah! Thy humble heart is also being sold.
Ah Pity!Pity  to thy trembling age old!!
Still you teach us to love our enemy,
You've motherly care, O mummy!!!
We even now wish to change their heart.
O Kind Mother! Allow us to use our Art.
by Rajneesh Kumar Mishra

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