Corruption- Withering Mother India Poem by Umasree Raghunath

Gone are the British giving us the Freedom
Left are we with the mercy of stardom
Politics in India is no more a fare play
End to this ideology should soon come one day

Gone is the Mahatma to the Godse Gun
Leaving the Parliament a place for fun
We have a real good bunch of jokers
Who seems to be the lawmakers

Gone is Bhagat Singh to the threads of freedom
Giving more space to the frauds of boredom
Luxury, Lust and Law breaking, the prime chores
Of our most cherished elected leaders

Gone is a Jhansi Rani, who fought for her land
Today we have ladies challenging to have their heads shaven
Region, Religion and Rigging, not just the mans job
Every woman politician has them in her wardrobe

Gone are the days of 17 odd invasions by a single man
Today we elected every local fellow to do this fine
No wars, no blood shed, no tears, its all gone
Only silent way of stealing mother India by our don

Gone are the days of Mughal Empire,
Giving the new India a definitely failing shape of Raj
With issues of unending mugging of the Indian soil
To exploit with the rights given by the people foil

Gone is the French, leaving behind the best Ports
To the hands of politicians who changed their huts
Never think that they are selfish, or alone
For right from the surface to skies this is prone

Gone is the Dutch, leaving behind the best kitchens
And the aroma of the designer wears and apparels
For our Men of the Land to mess up the dignity
Of the people who selected them without any affinity

Gone is the much spoken heritage
Leaving behind right royal ample adage
With the demolishing of the divine campuses
In the name of religion, and political rampages

Gone is the much-cherished culture
With the attitude of the political vultures
Making the Country stand on mantle pieces
With the bills of Mandal, Enron and Bofors papers

Gone is the much-fascinated integrity
With the burning mumbai riots and godra trains
Making the mother India mourn with no home
To hide her face while losing the dignity doom


Gone is the Vijayaraya rule
Leaving behind us with political fools
Knowing the way the money floods
All in black and no white foods

Gone are the Dravidian cultures
Now it's the name to exploit amateurs
With the name of the old old traditions
Renaming and redefining with additions

Gone is the Indus valley civilisation
Leaving behind the spirits of the Nation
The country in the hands of the most uncivilised tribe
That can use any tool to make a living with a bribe

Gone is the culture of the temples built
With the best of the archaeology in the lent
Giving room for the building of political ambit
Their homes and pools with a radiant built

Gone is the empathy of a Tagore to reject
A Nobel Prize that laid in his project
Now you can buy an award or a card of progress
All your need is a wallet with the worthy recess

Gone are the days of snake charmers,
Kabuliwallas, joker and rope climbers
We see the circus fun on the television
Log on to any of the exiting Parliament session

Gone are the days of real education
Today we buy not just seats but the certification
Arjuna could see the eye of the bird on the tree
Now our political gurus teach to uproot it free

Gone are the days of valued employment
Working for government is with no commitment
The best of brains under brain drain
And all the efforts of education end in vain

Gone are the days of women empowerment
Today women work, in every undignified assignment
Real feminism, shined with the Sword of Jhansi Rani
And the unending spirits of Jahanara and Sarojini

Gone are the days, Mother India lived in Peace
With the land full of flowering trees
Gone are the days, Mother India smiled in happiness
With the landfall of so called democrats ruling her in unknown peace…

Sharing the Tears of My Mother India
Umasree S