MY SOIL

Dedicated to my countrymen

Civilization. 
Blue whales turn villains
on tides of ignorance.
Luxury saves fat, 
luxury kills youth. 
Those green fields I miss, 
I miss those fishing rods, 
flour balls and a few fishes
for Sunday lunch on brass plates
or banana leaves, where cuisines
are delicious, like elixir!

Intellectuals. 
Intelligence. 
India. 
Inferior women, 
instigating men, 
ignorance: pride
is foolish. 
Instantaneous thoughts
in bowls of prejudice
ink decisions
in a country of progressive
individuals.

Religions are proper. 
Men are blind to truth
for truths are never relative
to thoughts. 
They are absolute, 
ultimate entities. 

Modernity is biased!
Poverty on the streets
of a festive temple, 
wise personnels at
doors of foolish winners,
laptops on tables of
hungry farmers
feed gods with human
wisdom... 

My country is not a hypothesis. 
My self is as free as soils of this. 
Death shan't be my moksha. 
Rebirth on this land shall.