Friday, August 14, 2015

Vande Mataram - 2015

Watching TV on Independence day, listening to Vande Mataram. Its that time of year again.

That time of year when we become patriot, For reasons less known.

Unlike my blog on Vande Mataram in 2010, I think my patriotism has been on a decline. Middle age has caught up even before my age got there. In pursuit of money, success, stability and safety. I have forgotten my country.

I forgot how I used to see her,
How I used to love seeing her unclad,

To see her carry on with fresh wounds, the pain of reality,
To see her celebrate success, child of hard-work.

To see her in the million gods,
Praying to all and her in one,
Creator, Sustain-er, Destroyer and Consumer,
For I was born, brought up on her lap, and going back to her. 

To see her life in each and every unknown faces passing by...

But now I travel in AC car with windows rolled up and music played loud,
Ego outgrowing compassion,
Jealousy overtaking kindness,
Adultery consuming innocence,
I have lost my sight and hearing.
Become a cripple in my personal space.

To Liberation, Independence, Freedom,
Vande Mataram!

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