My Mother Land

Recalled that you emerge from the womb of your mother land, Reared up by that mother land, Now calling that land mad, Admiring the land of abroad, Are you really a progeny of your mother land? Calling your mother land good for nothing, Without questing for its merits, Playing havoc with the feeder of your mother land, Robbing it as ruthlessly as the heinous plunderer, Are you really a progeny of your mother land? Renowned is my motherland As the abode of all sciences and Vedas, As the witness of a many golden era, As the traversed of a many world of knowledge, Calling such land good for nothing, Without questing for its merits, Are you really a progeny of your mother land? Holding the knowledge of your mother land, As the trasure-trove by all Nations, Exploring and researching all sciences And Vedas of your mother land by other nations, Their obtaining patents on our sanctified Herbal plants like Tulasi and Neem, Fleecing us thereby without any rights, Questioning then them their patents By making insane catcalls!! Are you really a progeny of your mother land? Squatting silently as you fail To carp at the way the poison Creeps into our veins in the form of junk foods Snapping our spinal columns too are venomous medicines, Are you really a progeny of your mother land?