To Motherland

To Motherland short poem

I love thou not, o land of high hypocrisy,
My country of the totalitarian democracy!
I’d rather not hear thy people’s speech
Or behold thy men’s disgraceful binge!

I love thou not! If thou be a chariot,
Old steeds are pulling you, the coach’s name’s Iscariot.
He leads the steeds into the deep abyss,
His visage shines with cunning, gleeful bliss.

You’re so repulsive! Thy mentality
In fact is a perfect den of iniquity.
The people of yours disfigure all the face of the Earth,
You’re nothing, but a piece of mud and dirt!

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Hail Motherland-Vande Matram !

Hail Motherland Vande Matram ! short poem

” The ancient sages solicited from Almighty to be born again ‘here’, The Buddha got ‘Buddhahood’ Only in serene landscape of ‘here’, The ‘world-conqueror’ ‘for all the world’ Returned as ‘Self-conqueror’ only from ‘here’, Many ‘Sufis’ find their ‘Khanqah’ Seeking