Ode To Motherland

Note---This Poem,Specially composed On The Occasion Of Completion Of Fifty Years Of India's Independence On 15th August 1997 May Be Considered As Yhe Voice Of The Present Day Youth Of The Country,To Whom This Poem Is Dedicated.

I Bow To Thee, My Mother
I thank Thee A Thousand Times
For All the Comforts You Gave Me
After Your Struggle With The Whites.

I Came To Know From My Elders
Both Known And Unknown To Me
That Long Before I Was Born
You Had A Loving Son Like Me.

This Son,Mahatma,With Others
Led A Battle From The Front
To Drive The British One And All
Out From You, My Motherland.

Though I Was Not Born To See
Your Other Son,Jawahar,Unfurled The Flag
From The Ramparts Of Delhi Fort
On This Very Day,Now Six Decades Back.

When After This Event ,Mahatma Died
Jawahar,I Am Told,Took The Lead
To Start A Crusade Gainst All Odds
To Wards A Progress We All Could See.

Modern Temples In The Form Of Dams
Built In Places as One Could See
Milk Flowed In Plenty,Enough And To Spare
Food Grains Flourished More Than Our Needs.

Scitech Grew To Match Yhe Best Outside
We Could Walk With Our Heads Held High
People All Of Different Castes
Lived Together As One Great Mass.

We Could Show To The Outside World
How Free We Were From Others' Hold
Literacy Rose To A Level So High
Parts Of The Country Became A Matter Of Pride.

If All These Appeared Too Good To Last
Many Other Problems Remained Unsolved
Number Of Heads To Share This Wealth
Became Too Large And Affected Your Health.

Petty Quarrels And Fights Alas
Soon Became The Order Of Yhe Mass
Greed To Grow Rich Without A Thought
Robbed The Gains Of Yester Lots.

I Know,Mother,You Are Now Agrieved
Tis Now My Turn With Others Like Me
To Carry Forward Whence Our Elders Left
To Give You,Mother,Your Much Needed Rest.

This, I Pledge,I Will Do One Day
With Others Like Me Joining The Fray
Together We Will Complete The Task Undone
This Is My Promise As Your Worthy Son.


Composed By Baiyu-----Mumbai August 1997


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