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?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Marcum Wong Avatar
March 9, 2016 at 4:44 PM
Welcome to Poetry Soup Ravi. I enjoyed the respect and devotion you show for your birth country. I wish everyone would feel such honor. #7 blessings, Connie
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February 20, 2016 at 9:26 AM
ravi, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA
S Somayaji Avatar
January 4, 2016 at 10:31 AM
elegantly written sir!!!!
Sankey- Lewis Avatar
January 4, 2016 at 5:20 AM
Quiet as its kept, this is wonderful ode to land of your birth. A reminder of us treading too harshly, forgetting her magnificence and wonderlove. We who forsake what we should not, for the sake of conformity, complacency, arrogance, ignorance; where goes our loyalty. Bless you. May the New Year allot you your heart desire.
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