We the Indians- Eccentricity Unfurled

We walk by the roadside every morning
We curse the corrupt Indian government for all the misdoing
Cursing and walking, walking and cursing, hungry become we
Eat a nutritious banana, entire Nation is a dustbin
So anywhere have we got the right to throw the banana skin
A man in hurry slipped on the same
So proud are we being the creator of humor insane
A missile following a parabolic trajectory crashes on us
That would be garbage from someone on floor above.

We are so proud of our culture
Our religion respects even rat and vulture
In human beings on basis of caste we discriminate
After giving somebody time, we feel important being late
Guests are God if they are rich, on poor we slam doors
We have been surviving, not living
And we call ourselves the best race.

We are patriotic as long as cricket match is on air
In routine life for fair practices we don’t care
One poor I knew wanted to be a millionaire
Earned enormous he, more than he dreamt money was there
Now he hated poor, the poor could be thieves
His relatives can ask for loan which he won’t be able to retrieve.

He would prefer going to some richland
A part of developed world from where rising on a mound
He would better be able to see undeveloped’s wound

If you ask, he won’t feel proud of his Indian roots
Forgetting that it was the land where he got free school
Forgetting that it was a land where a woman used to give him food
She would steal the best things from her platter for the little him standing down the street
She wasn’t a mother, no less than a mother
Who was she to him........
A fellow INDIAN
Once he was seriously ill, life wanted to take a long term leave
Someone rode the bullock cart in rain, prayed to soothe his pain
Landed him to a Municipal Hospital
Though doctor wasn’t there, but sweeper took his full care
Nothing more, nothing less, the sweeper to him was an INDIAN

He got a job, got a car, with pride drove he
He got a thump, car landed in mud
A group of unknown uninvited attended him
Pushed his car from mud, getting muddy themselves
Then left, such favors aren’t considered big enough to expect a thanks for
They were some INDIANS
Those INDIANS on whom he charges as ‘breeding like rats’
Who is he, one such rodent!!!
When in his pursuit of wealth he was down, someone inspected his palm
Success would be his, was told he
He felt so much somber, confident and calm
That was some unknown roadside beggar knowing little astro science
Now he hates India for a place to them who don’t know their future and are fortune tellers
Though every morning he would move only after checking his Rashiphal
But India is a land of gone cases he is too sure

Place to homeless, cover to unclad, farm to unfed
India is a land of poor, inhabited by the poor
Millions from neighboring Nations barge into for shelter
Indian constitution, police, politician are hated for being milder
India stands as a borderless state
Terrorists fanged by neighbors are also served milk and food in jails
Life is important than death sentence, we so perfectly understand
One such terrorist was released after ten years
One from hundred, he wanted to have a decent life
India accepted him without any prejudice
He calls himself an Indian, runs a juice shop
And has married an Indian, will be accounting for some Indians

India is a land open to present
Poor never blame God, with greater reverence they bend
Drink sea water, presuming it to be sweet, and land in Hospitals
Still thanking Him, may be He saved from some greater impending danger…

Indians are moderate because they don’t fear God
God doesn’t rule or command them, He lives by their side
As a part of everyone’s daily life
He is blamed for sending uninvited guests
He is thanked for sending rains, and remembered in every little pain
Indian TVs and Fridges are also sent by God
The gadgets are worshipped the day they come in house to bring prosperity
A man bowing before even books and food grains is a rarity
One can easily convert this man into any form, any religion
His softness is his strength
None can be this much sane or insane…

Indian politicians damn corrupt
Love is called foolish, by the rational and wise
Indian voters are super fool
They love their leaders
It isn’t as unaware of their deeds, live they
They know that some Aaloo is responsible for their sorry state
Still they make themselves forget it soon
Shall accept it as wish of God, and also won’t allow God to punish politicians
Voters shall cry terribly, feel upset, even if die by old age their leader veteran

They are proud of their anonymity
Proud of being nothing
Proud of population
Proud of hunger
Proud of wealth
Proud of penury
Proud of their breath
So proud because they are Indian

But you the rich NRI, green card holder, don’t wonder
We are not angry, you are our brother
Don’t write about how it feels to be an INDIAN
Write the most miserable, degraded things
Because if your story can generate single tear drop from an European/American
Then friend you would be a hit, one in a million
Get an Oscar, Nobel or Pulitzer and please yourself
Don’t worry about us, we are always Ok
Swimming in floods, suiciding from drought, we would survive
We are proud of being most benevolent, tolerant and humble Nation.
God Bless You…