#CMCOpinions

Young India, Bright India

So many years,

I am still young.
My eyes maybe decorated with tears
But don’t define my beauty with it

I carry pain in my soul,
Past and Present gave birth to my child, ‘Suffering’
Strategies with many loop holes
To keep my wounds growing,
Yet your India is still brave and has her spark.

Proper sanitization is a myth,
Free Internet might become a birth right.
Caste system is still strict,
Racism is always right.

Why we need women safety, education and employment?
When men are so classy and their thought process is excellent.

North East are Chinki,
South Indians are Madrasi.
We put labels on everything
That’s the way we work in a kingdom where
Unity is the King

Men and Women are equal,
Although eve teasing, molestation and rape are our methods of dominance.

Skirt above knees,
Perfect invitation to the beasts,
Man is just another animal;
And a woman his slave,
Purely meant to satiate
Physical desires

Don’t bother about poverty
Because GDP is duty
Black money is justified
Happiness needs to be certified
Education is robust but we have no jobs

Hope is left astray
Finding its way back to its home
Just like today
There will be another day
Another year

All my children will wake up
Just to sing the anthem
Salute the tri-color
And give up on their dreams
Set an alarm clock
But sleep to their duty towards the country

I will continue to carry these miseries
Clad upon my barren chest
I fret to know
What will be left of me
And deeply hurt
That its my very own
Who plotted the theft

So many years
I am still young
My eyes maybe decorated with tears
And someday
My beauty will no more be defined by it