THE NATIONS VOICE
I am walking
Behind me my people are walking
This nation’s map with many voices
This atmosphere with different colours are moving
carrying castes and relegions on shoulders
Rich and poor sections resting on the back
selfishness and cunningness accepting as blood brothers
Fighting for lifeless currency notes
Toiled and tired this mighty nation
Humbly standing on toes for celebrating Independence day
Every one intends to occupy the whole sky
and kidding with see tides
breezing under the shades of free banyans
and living with golden glow and greenary
Heading towards aim and occupying the inner hearts
but, people here are not really living life
Their competition is not sparing the new born bird even
Hungrily in the already world under
transacting bussiness in darkness
knowing nothing to do alas
farmer confused standing like a skeleton on fixed borders
worker standing at the end like a broken street light
between many castes and creeds stay this society
like broken crystal garland
peoples leaders scattering in different ways
one despite like a tree other like a shade
another in a ruining state
still all have common soul
that’s indianess
Happend or happening
today on civilised comforts
the nation’s symbol
fluttering through with tricolour flag
reminiscent left for us
slow moving of our golden era of our state with ruins of
historical walls.
thought of mine and your’s creating mental disturbances.
a poem by
Sailaja Mithra
sailajakannan_poetess@yahoo.co.in
