AN ELEGY TO MY MOTHERLAND

Here lies my beloved country,

Buried deep so deep inside,

This morass and cesspit so filthy;

With corruption and nepotism beside. 

Here sleeps my mother land,

With no respect for womanhood;

Rape and dowry deaths stain it’s hand,

While the poor live without food. 

Here wastes the land of my forefathers,

With no pride in its culture or tradition;

Its strong social fabric in tatters,

Its grandeur lost in transition. 

Here rests the land of the saints,

In spite of sages so wise;

A picture so ugly and dirty it paints,

With carnal lust, sin and vice. 

Here decays the object of our martyrs,

Who died for our freedom,

That has now turned into a satire;

What a waste of their effort and wisdom.