IF VIOLENCE BE HER CREED…
IF violence be her creed I would care not live in India….
Bullets of violence ,Ripped my ribs to dumb me
To live like a portrait …
With eyes but no tears, With lips but no words, With limbs but no works
Thanks I am not there to see
The demolition of Babri *,The fire in Godhra**
The ethnic bomb in Kandhmal***,The dismembered limbs in Kalinga****
26/11 Mumbai stains , Naxalites’ wrath.
But..
My India….India of my dream The Ganges of holiness,
The plains of purity, the heaven for millions of gods
Being shot every moment If survives
May rot like a portrait .
Awake,awake!!
Note=written after reading a quotable statement by Gandhiji-if India makes violence her
creed and I have survived I would not care to live in India
*Babri-a mosque ** Godhra-a place I Gujrat that witnessed communal riot
***Kandhamal-in Orissa that witnessed communal violence ****Kalinga –a place in Orissa
where tribal people killed by police
Once loved but now to natures gentle care given
Forgotten gone old days of care a passion driven
Now just there moss and an empty pot
Walking past you realise it too will be your lot
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.