Is this the India I wanted to see,
when I was growing up with all the diversity in me?
To be pulled apart in different directions,
stabbing the soul or Indianness as I knew it to be.
I shouted to all my identities torn apart, "Let's save our soul!".
They replied back, "We are secondarily Indians, so why should we even play a role.".
The alien feeling of separatism was simmering in them,
like the hidden embers of burning coal.
My immortal Indianness has now been mortally injured,
by the splinters of caste, creed and religion, year after year it has endured.
The gangrene of difference has spread too far.
Is there a panacea that can have it cured?
Erased has been the history of ages we have shared.
When we had held hands and for each other cared.
When we showed the world how fulfilling it is to move in multitude
and in breaking us apart had nobody ever dared.
But now the world laughs at us with pity.
For the internecine show we have put up with amazing ingenuity.
With all the glory lost and years of history ignobled,
lost is the principal virtue of our Indianness - integrity.
Blink
13 years ago
4 comments:
Dear Sayan ,
Excellent .
I wish every indian can share ur views. but that is a dream .
ur selection of words create a picture.
best wishes ,
sanjoy ghosh
With the recent violence in Jammu Kashmir, the serial blasts all over the country - your picturesque description is very relevant. But still, I am pretty hopeful about the independent India - take the Olympics for example... the Indians are giving their best and saying it aloud - yes, we can.
We are a big nation, with a never ending stream of issues, but somehow you can feel the confidence shaping up in the hearts of today's youth - yes, we can.
Good work, keep it up!
Let me start by saying this is a wondeful composition.
Yes, I have faith in our democracy and population because it makes a lot of noise which is great. As long as there are views and counterviews I believe we have a future.
Our smallest action can make such a big difference. We can CHANGE and we can MAKE IT COUNT.
There is, but little doubt that the "eight letter word" (actually its misinterpretation) has torn us asunder. From its epochal past to its apocalyptic present, India has sadly journeyed a decrepit track with only vignettes of hope springing forth (though it does spring forth). Its a stirring composition and if I may suggest (as I was suggested once), the quality of the thought process would be further enhanced if the author gave some indication of a solution. Let me know what you think.
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