{india ___ A Country Of Contrasts? } Poem by Manohar Bhatia

[India is a country
where everything happens
The good turns into bad,
The bad turns into good,
Or the bad turns into worse,
The worse turns into ugly.

Where an outstation train
reaches Mumbai on time, one day
Only to be told
that it was yesterday's
train the next day!

Where heroes are worshipped
with rose garlands one day,
And garlanded with footwear
the next day!

Where a slum dog becomes
a millionaire to-day,
And millionaire becomes
a pauper on the morrow.

Where friendships are
made every minute
And enmities are
planned every second.

Where deadly bombs go off
without warning at some places,
And fire-crackers are set off
for mundane celebrations at other places.

Where commercial love
is found in sex dens, sea-fronts,
pubs, malls one day,
And a love wired through
the net is born next day.

Where straights indulge
in sex one day,
And gays, pimps, sedomists,
run riot the next day!

Where logic and reason
turn into confusion, one day
A mess is solved in a second,
by a wizard, next day!

Where, dogs are taken
by a car ride, one day
And killed and kicked
about the other day.

Where persons are talking
for the sake of talking
one day,
And deaf and dumb exchange
mutual hand signs, the next day.

Where man encircles
the space, some times,
On another day,
Man struggles to reach
his house safely.

Where, there is joy in
every sunrise, one day,
And sadness in
every sunset the next day.

Where music is loud and lewd
one day,
And soft and spiritual
next day!

Is India a mad country
to-day,
And a sound country
to-marrow?
You answer!

- The End-