India Burning

Its an independent India. People are free and secular. Free to shout free to kill, Free to misuse the power of youth. Secular enough to have an opinion, But just not enough to stand by the truth. Incredible India we all proclaim, What is so incredible if I dare. Stone pelters aiming the army, When the aim was shifted to one of them, The YOUNG INDIA came to scare. Liberal India is on rise, When it comes to women, Their rights, voice, safety or choice, We are all old tradition. Run and ruled by angry men. Technology today governs the life we lead. Tech savvies are everywhere. Power resides with everyone. Everyone now has a power of pen. The power that is used to have a view, To criticize the good to condemn the few. Sense of judgement was long forgotten, Now even the common sense is bygone. A kid is raped and no one to speak, Terrorist is killed and a martyr is born. Elite, high class, intellectuals or rich, All are defined only by their class. Clean India better India, Is the idea they serve only for timepass. Preachers preach ‘curb poverty’, ‘Feed a hungry mouth’, Just a check on the food they waste, And it’s their worth that’s all about. My India is a beautiful village girl, Unaware of her beauty, Yet to discover its worth. Weighed down by hypocritical society, Crushed to dirt by her own ‘men at work’. All she need is some kind words, Someone to appreciate her and love. Just a caring hand to nurture, An open ground for her to run.