Ode to India

Standing
ON
The tears, the blood
The words, the deeds
Of martyrs, can you guess from
Where the wilderness overflows Indus,
The beauty of beauty,
The purity of purity ?

Can you remember the glorious past?
Nalandha gave you bread
Takshila poured you honey
While you hid at the shade of Mighty Himalaya.
Saw shadow of Buddha near Mahavira,
Swam gracefully in the depths
of the Ganges and the Yamuna.

Watch you now the God's own country!
Moving in darkness!
Growth in dust and dirt!
Burning heat on wet  land!
Shower of bribing!
Digging wells of corruption!
Borrowing wastes of globe!
Cutting veins of love!

You killed Muhammad,
So I would kill Rama!
Cancer spreaded from
The Arabic Sea to the Bay of Bengal
As the breeze changes to the tempest.

Awake!  Arise!
Future of motherland
From the tomb of worms.
Again you wish venom of viper
As the reward of betray?

Where dears the breath of Harappa culture?
Feet of Huansang touched once
 Mahabharata where Gandhari
Smiled while Dhroupati shouted.
Pearl and pepper beckoned Gama here.
Yet we forgot the heap of lighting lamps.
 
Bend was your back with loads of many.
Now away from the rust of ancient fears.
From the dark of ignorance,
To the light of knowledge
We moved.
A bless we became!
The touch stone of all!

Ray of hope...
For your tears
For your blood
Oh! martyrs!
Silver lines of brains.
Not a single flesh-less bone.

Let the healing fountain starts
Against the ice and frost
Of late spring of hatred.
Let we be the sunshine drying the mud
Of venom in hearts
To lead light and hope.