The India of my Dreams
(Told as a conversation between a young patriot and Mother India)
“India, my dear India,
Is this you India, who I see threadbare,
Shivering in the cold, with nary warm cloth to wear?
India my love, how can I, a mere citizen,
Unbind you from your century old prison?
To make true my dream, of you my India?”
“Worry not my dear son for I, India
Will soon be ascendant, I know it’s true.
For I hold you dear in my heart too,
As would a mother to her child,
But heed my advice, and do abide,
And dream you must, of a glorious India.”
“I did dream of you my mother,
I dreamt you were once again the golden bird of the east,
Where every man, woman and child had their fill in a feast,
With brotherhood for all and respect for others aplenty,
And where all the children are well read and healthy.
Thus as I dreamt, I heard your soothing lullaby, India my mother.”
I woke up ay the crack of dawn the next day,
To realize that my dream was now my goal,
Because henceforth would I give my effort whole,
Into making the India of my dreams a reality.
An India leading the world n the 21st century.
Onto this objective shall I work, day after day after day.