Mother India , the land i love like my mother

they warn
 if I keep harping
 and member the same strings
 of sweet pain again and again
 by moving my hand over the wounds
 in 2002 they inflicted upon
 then I come to them and ask
 if I could wail at the grave of my girl friend
 whom they cut through her belly
 and throw over the oven of a bakery
 no, they said as if it would create sound pollution
 and if you do not obey orders
 you know ,how many we have silenced here
 by putting our legs on their throats
 even a devil could not keep the count
 and at the court of justice
 an expert lawyer could not counter
 we have bribed them all
 then I come again and beg them second time
 if I may call my Lord
 five times in a day
 my Allah , My God
 again they said
 no, it disturbs them when
 they are in sleep
 here it is called India
 a secular democratic state
 where everything is possible
 a murder in a minute
 in a second a rape
 but the rights of livelihood
 especially of minorities
 no, no , it is impossible
 then I go to the tombs
 of Alexander ,Asoka ,
 Akbar and Babur
 And ask them to call a congregation
 Under the leadership of Buddha
 Finally they meet and decided upon
 That this land belongs to all
 No matter how and who comes five thousand years ago
 Or four thousand of years later
 And who worships her like an idol
 Or loves like a mother
 You are all the sons and daughters
 Of this great mother land
 And number is a mere delusion
 In the minds of thugs and mongers !
 Since then I cry
 I recall
 And I wail
 And prepare for a fight for a new dawn
 And for a better India
 For us all.