The Cry Of Youth To Motherland ...

Oh! The one, who gave me birth,

Your dying wails and losing mirth,

Makes me question myself of my worth.

Oh! The one who tended to my needs,

You are the leaves on which the earthworms feed,

You never compared us for our caste and creed,

All that you wanted was for us to do good deeds. 

Oh! The one, being aid to my wounds, 

The greed lured on you, like on honey, the bees swooned,

You ignored the sins of men, which were evil tuned,

Oh! Please forgive me for their evil eyes, on you loomed. 

Oh! The one supporting my moves,

People have started washing their sins in your vast grooves,

It's time for your sufferings to cease now,

For my team is quick with their arrows and bow...