My Beloved Country Poem by Jasbir Chatterjee



India, my beloved Motherland,
A richly endowed, vast
Country,
Is gifted with a talented, fast
Breeding population
of colossal proportions.
But human tragedies
Too occur in colossal proportions.

Hundreds,
thousands,
Millions
perish here in man-made disasters.
But their lives.
Have little value
Because their space
Is soon gobbled up
By twice as many.

Faulty bridges,
Rough roads,
Illegal buildings,
Cramped houses,
with no fire safety measures,
Child laborers,
Huge fires,
Huge disasters
Well, who cares!

Certainly not
Our selfish, corrupt politicians
with evil agendas,
Jingoistic inclinations,
Hankering only for vote banks,
Moving foolish Bills,
On rollercoasters,
Smuggling refugees
From neighbouring countries.

Insensitive, callous,
They rape my beloved country,
Like a crazy, horny
Bridegroom on his first night...
Well, who knows when this
Dark night ends,
while the callous
Relentless
Juggernaut of Time rolls...