Where did that utopic dream go?
The divine bliss of a rightful and mighty rule,
Where freedom is free, not this purgatory,
Where people would rather first see,
To believe, what all is at cost,
Is it just me or is the paradise lost?
Long walk down the memory lane,
The past and the untapped potential for future waits to ask,
Is it what Nehru imagined or did Bose?
Was it Kalam, Rao or is it what Shastri chose?
Is this why Naidu, Laxmi or Besant fought for a unshackled country?
Ask yourself is it Dante's inferno or Bapu's Arcady?
What is ideal then? You ask,
Well, it's definitely not this mockery of democracy,
Where liberty, equality and fraternity mere words,
Where being secular is blasphemy, justice not served,
It's where no damn well means no, to all,
Where, what for, of and bi means you still recall.
All this annihilation and games over a throne,
Power avaricious making kingdom corrupt and hollow,
Like horsemen of apocalypses, they sear and we voicelessly bear,
As the hell is empty and all the devils are here,
Where what we are entitled to, "the book" is not bestowed,
When 'we the people' matter is when my friend an ideal country is restored.
Tagore said, Humanity over patriotism,
Is this where we went so arrantly wrong?
Aspiring for a prosperous land rather than its people,
Land's mere property, I mean, human worth goes deeper,
Because my mind is without fear, and my head is held high,
So it is me or is my country still not awake?