The soliloquy of my country
Why am I depressed??
Why do I feel so lonely?
Y am I always left secluded?
When I am supposed to have so many around me ?
My one billion children
Bloom from my bosom
As lovely little flowers
On my garden, which now belongs to them
I feel happy,
to see them grow
Into a group of young fighters
To see them achieve what they want to.
I receive immense satisfaction
When these young lads succeed
In their enterprises.
And suddenly my bosom is destroyed
‘coz my family wants to run away from me
Doesn’t want to enjoy what I give them
Thrives to reach different corners of the world..
Leaving me deserted for ever n ever.
My little kids worked so hard
To reach to a high position in this society
N now, they go n serve another mother
To gain only riches?
Don’t they remember the beautiful greenery?
They have seen on my land?
Don’t they remember the beauty of sunrise here?
Don’t they remember the sacred rivers that flow with purity n serenity?
Why am I so unlucky?
That my children have forgotten what would happen
If they left me?
Who would develop me?
Who would make me the best in the world?
I don’t feel bad when the world points at me
Saying I am weak or incapable
I weep when My children help
My opponent to become strong and the best
On the world stage.
I just wonder!
If my citizens would be with me
It will take no time for me to become
The Number One
But unfortunately,
I don’t deserve such a great name
May be!
The most terrible thing is that
My children don’t want to come back to me
Don’t want to follow all that I taught them
My culture, my tradition, my language, my literature!!!
They feel insulted to teach their off springs ‘bout me..
This gives me a PANG in my heart, I cry.
But, nevertheless I still have some lovely sons
Who, I think care about me
They work for me
They live with me
They develop me
They love me.
And I love them too.
I have not forgotten those who have left me
Nor am I angry with them
Nor I mind if they have forgotten me
But I want to inform them
That it won’t take much time for me to become the best
My enthusiastic nation’s ready to fight n take up challenges
N make me the finest.
Oh young minds!! Be ready to demonstrate your gallant show
To prove whatever I told just now.
Your mind at work and your hands in action
Will make us reach the TOP tomorrow.
ps: this poem s been written by my lil sister..
