The I in India

Where we worship Goddess Lakshmi, but innumerous Lakshmis are killed before they see light.
Where women adorn their hands with bangles of a thousand hues, but the colors of someone's soul are tortured till they lay as few.
Where we boast of ourselves on our rich culture, but millions are stripped off their love through the terror of the past and the future ;
Where birds are free to soar high and calculate the altitude of the sky; but someone is held back by chains till they can no more survive.
Where a Black President's election is glorified upon, but the thin line between love and hatred is ignored.
Where the chirping of birds and the sound of autumn leaves is music; but artists beyond conservative thinking are fugitives.
Where the treasures of the past are adorned "only" on walls; but a fighter's privileges are raped away.
Where even the moon is not the limit, but the same independance and freedom no one's face can any longer emit.
Is this the India dreamt of? An India led by self-centered prisoners who live on Money?

A small life to live and reflect upon;
Why not make the reflection crystal clear,
And somewhere where truly the 'mind is led without fear?'

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