Summer holidays are going on. I have nothing to do but keep writing. And my ears have become extra sensitive. So the smallest comment/compliment will be noticed and will get a reply from me.
There are loads of things going on- elections, recession… So the comments have to come, obviously. And my temporarily extra-sensitive ears have to notice this. They took up 2 of these comments. A person said that he was glad to leave this ‘third-world’ country, a person born and brought up here, and now working abroad. And the second one is the funniest! Someone blamed
Under normal circumstances I’d have said, “Dude, get a life!” But well, summer vacation ;) .
So.
Third World Country, eh? Cause of terror attack huh?
Well, I think this poem is the best way to answer you. A poem written by my cousin Shyam (thanks a million!) I wholeheartedly agree with you.
So here is your answer you people:
When I imagine the world of tomorrow
And look at what is left of it today
Despite the despair and misery around
Hope sustains me
The scare of terror in each of us
With helpless neighbours to deal with
But since my country is pure in intention
Hope sustains me
Our roads are narrow for sure
And many are poor and starving
But with our spirits riding high
Hope sustains me
Nobody ever looked east
We always looked west
But when the world believes we have arrived today
Hope sustains me
Our leaders may be self centered
Social duties are wanting
But when some here live only for others
Hope sustains me
Some countries maybe progressing faster
Garnering acclaim, wealth and prosperity
But when I am free to do what I want to here
Hope sustains me
I do dream of a developed
And I want every Indian to be rich
But even today I can be happy here
And Hope sustains me
I couldn’t resist putting up a song here…
The poem is beautiful. The metering is lovely....and my hope does sustain me!
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