Legacy Of Chanakya Poem by Ratnakar Mandlik

All the grief would seem to be shallow,
We suffered when the Brits hanged on gallows
Your freedom as also ours, oh mother,
From whom our pride, our lives we gather.
The grief is greater any how oh motherland,
When in a quagmire of corruption we land
As a nation by misdeeds of the big brother.

How can the legacy of Chanakya we claim,
When our mod Chanakyas have put to shame,
Our heritage professing selfless service,
By the deeds dubious and devoid of sacrifice.
Spinning a scandle after another,
The all time greatest scamsters,
Have eroded our faith in our own conscience.

The old guard had strived for integration,
Of the nationalist forces for the destruction
Of outside enemy and preservation
Of the nation, it's wealth as also pride.
The new one alas has failed to decide,
Priorities as also demands of situation,
Instead of saving it, he sold the nation.