Musings of a Weirdo.

v || Forevermore | An Ode to My Country

This work was a collaboration with my friend Manya Kapoor. I had posted this on my blog during Independence Day as the theme seemed appropriate. Nevertheless, it evokes the same patriotism regardless of the day. I hope you all enjoy it.

Make sure to check out Manya's blog: http://wispsofthoughtsmk.blogspot.com/. 

Originally posted on 'Musings Of A Weirdo'. Check it out on the blog, in the external link.

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It's been 68 years since that significant day, when

Amidst all the destruction and despair

Our ancestors united and built our country

With the ashes, blood and tears

Of the men who valiantly laid down their lives

Without as much as a backward glance

Together they fought- Hindus, Muslims, and Sikhs, united

By a common aim to one day free our motherland

From the grasp of an outsider

And give it to the people, to whom it should belong

And from where they left off, their sacrifice our base

We made what the world knows as India today

Yet...

You say that the sacrifices have not gone in vain

You insist that've overcome it, despite all the pain

But I can see it through your eyes

Hear it in your unsure voice

Feel it in your hesitant soul

You don't really believe it yourself

Those days, remember, were dark

and ruthless, Cold and unforgiving

Beware, not everything was won

Like it is made out to be

And all those lives, lost in that tyranny

Never to be brought back, to be amounted for

I refuse to believe their lives amounted to naught

Each and every one of them brought us

A step closer to vindication, to victory, to independence

And the best way to repay them

Is to progress, to grow, to develop

Into a nation, they would be proud to have founded

A country freed so many years ago,

only to be trapped by it's own web

You can't possibly believe,

that it could break through

Where poverty is not given as much as a single glance

And the rich just can't get enough of their fill

Is this really what our forefathers envisioned?

United in only name, divided in all others.

A country, struggling to rise from the quicksand it built itself.

How can you possibly be that naive?

Maybe the dead would be grateful

That they wouldn't live to see a day like this

All is not lost, not yet, my friend

Let this day, not mark the celebration of a war won

But one that continues, fighting for a greater cause

To eradicate poverty, corruption and injustice

Together, united as countrymen of our motherland

We were Indians then, now and forevermore