The mother beckons her son,
Pleading and crying she hails for help
Looting her wealth, ripping her apart,
Killing her a thousand times you have been
Bruised and burnt, still hail and hearty she is
Sore wounds, not oozing but in agony it remains
On lookers come running, sympathizing in vain
Claiming her as your very own
But hands are tied, ears are deaf
And eyes are blind to her suffocation.
I was taught to love, I was taught to say,
I love my motherland.
Love has no definition, it has no conditions,
Love is full of belongingness I say.
Boundaries are dissolved, inhibitions are dropped,
In love, my argument remains.
Hence I affirm my love for my motherland.
Clean or dirty, I care little
Prosperous or barren, I love it alike.
Heaven or hell, my home it is.
United or divided, I love it still.
Why love it, when I care not for you.
Your love is shallow, your love is week
Your love is as perrinial as the fire on the flint.
You can shout a slogan not soil your hands,
You can love it indifferently, not create a difference.
What then I ask is the love for your motherland.
She brought us here, will take us back,
As you are lost in this chalaton glits and glamour,
Your mother suffers still
Love brings freedom, yours binds her with expectations.
Don't love her, don't respect her, don't call her your own.
If not you
She would herself discharge
Responsibility of her fate, unclaimed alas !!!
Pleading and crying she hails for help
Looting her wealth, ripping her apart,
Killing her a thousand times you have been
Bruised and burnt, still hail and hearty she is
Sore wounds, not oozing but in agony it remains
On lookers come running, sympathizing in vain
Claiming her as your very own
But hands are tied, ears are deaf
And eyes are blind to her suffocation.
I was taught to love, I was taught to say,
I love my motherland.
Love has no definition, it has no conditions,
Love is full of belongingness I say.
Boundaries are dissolved, inhibitions are dropped,
In love, my argument remains.
Hence I affirm my love for my motherland.
Clean or dirty, I care little
Prosperous or barren, I love it alike.
Heaven or hell, my home it is.
United or divided, I love it still.
Why love it, when I care not for you.
Your love is shallow, your love is week
Your love is as perrinial as the fire on the flint.
You can shout a slogan not soil your hands,
You can love it indifferently, not create a difference.
What then I ask is the love for your motherland.
She brought us here, will take us back,
As you are lost in this chalaton glits and glamour,
Your mother suffers still
Love brings freedom, yours binds her with expectations.
Don't love her, don't respect her, don't call her your own.
If not you
She would herself discharge
Responsibility of her fate, unclaimed alas !!!
