In- Dependence

In a sea of men the mother stood, holding her head high.

In all her faith in all strength ,she stood with her head high.

She found her love; her children's love.

She embraced them all, big and small

But today ,she wails and cries like a long-lost child.

She has lost her battle, all this while as they rattle.

They left her wounded, they left her hurt.

The children she fed, right from their birth.

All she wishes is to see them together.

Not in a war, never in sorrow.

Little did they understand of how she felt.

Watching her children shoot down each other.

Mother India we called her, never hearing her plea..

All her love she gave, all our pain she bore, for each of us to gain.

What did we give her in return??

Only our hatred, only our anger, only our greed only our fears.

Yet in her anguish she awaits, for her daughters and sons, for them all to be one.

Hers is like the love from almighty, blameless and free.

Yet we fight for what they call as “mine”, forgetting its all is “ours”

We are In-dependence , while she waits for Independence!!!