This Nation Was Once Mine

I wake up to a sight entwined,
of an unstable odyssey in a regime divine.
The line where my knowledge ends,
an assertion pulsates within the mind,
“This Nation Was Once Mine.”

With Martyrdom coming as a jest,
and the remains delivered late to their nests,
are we safe at the drawn borders,
after those keepers were gunned down like pests? 

Who is the bridge between,
the growers and the receivers keen?
For each grain is tagged by the critics,
for a rupee or twelve,
putting starvation in a fix.


Reputed feminine which reports,
ambitious feminine which is a sport,
meet the 'sand' consequently,
one with her morality,
the other goes off her post.

Hidden are those forests,
where still taboo with religion rests.
But the wolves never fail to strike,
whenever shot up are any protests.

Mother destiny! You planted my seeds,
not in one land, but amid breaking beeds.
Where at the cost of other lives,
folklore wishes to draw lines for its needs.

The one who strives with ball and bat,
gets peanuts as a matter of fact.
Here all one needs to be an icon,
is a mentality to merge with “the secret auction”.

The streets for which I pay and commute,
need a repair quick and absolute.
But I read the authority finds social networking,
to be a significant and primary substitute.

A day I foresee, when the accounts of my life,
will total up to nothing encouraging.
With the falling value of currency going rife,
I might soon find my pulse fading.

Alas! This fraternity expects returns,
from my end to be firm.
When I opt for an initiative,
my steps are trudged behind for somebody's motive.

Death will approach someday,
and laugh at my lost hay.
But then, can I die in a peaceful spate,
after the sheds for cremation fell in rate?

I wake up to a sight entwined,
of an unstable odyssey in a regime divine.
The line where my knowledge ends,
an assertion pulsates within the mind,
“This Nation Was Once Mine.”

Sagher