Mother India
Years ago,I was in bondage,I
was in chains......I was ruled
over,I was lame....
I took blood shed,I wept in
silence,
Innocent people died at my
feet,I wept in silence,
Innocents were hanged,I wept
in Silence,
A part of me was cut and
separated ,I wept in silence...
I was called India! I was free..I
smiled...
I was called Mother India..I
smiled...
My children were happy,I
smiled...
Today I am 63,old and feeble,
My little girls are raped and
killed,I weep in silence,
My little kids are sold and
killed,I weep in silence,
My boys don't respect me or
any woman,I weep in silence,
Was I freed to see this?
The bondage was better than
being a slave of my own
people....
The chains were better than
being a free yet helpless
mother...
I cry,I weep...I weep in
silence...
(Dedicated to the brutal
gangrape in New Delhi-India)
Copyright © Rima Anil.Naik | Year Posted 2012
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