I don’t remember the time when I was born,
I have always been there,
in every element and in every form.
Some of you want me, and others hate me for what I am.
It was one of your own creations that gave birth to me,
you call my mother “region”; you fight for her every season.
Extend her name, and you’ll find me; I am —
I have been puissant and vernal since eternity….
Trust me, I want to go but you have made staying my duty.
I was deliberately sent to every place on land,
Including the one I was trying to eschew from.
I was assaying to shun away at least your colleges,
But you dragged me there too; now I am immured in cages.
You took my name to sabotage nations,
I was the reason behind dilapidated creations.
A short time back when you were fighting again….
At the crest of the hot list, I found my name.
“Telangana — Telangana”, I heard you shout….
To wish that you’d stop someday was a hope in vain.
The Tamil, the Marathis, the ULAFAs and the saints….
The riots have been in lights for yore it seems.
They claim to be the sons of their soils,
That’s the only reason for all this turmoil.
Recently I met my latest crush,
He’s named Sachin; the hero of India’s favourite game.
He voiced a line I was yearning to hear,
And my heart missed a beat when he said the same.
“Mumbai belongs to all Indians”, he said
Raj Thackery was blown off and I was flared.
My crushes keep changing now and then,
Ambani then Shahrukh and now its Sachin.
Anyone who has the guts to go against me,
Is on my love list; my heart is so easy to win.
When will you understand a simple thing?
You are all Indians; the children of the same soil.
Cease the belligerence that you proudly nurture,
Kill me today and you will have an excellent future.
Don’t allow people to influence you with their parochial toils,
Take my pithy advice; just spread your wings.REPORT THIS POST