Freedom from tyranny, slave to his superstition.
Proud of his motherland, ashamed of active participation.
Progressive for a better future, retrogressive for sacrifice and salvation.
Respects baseless principles and virtues, ashamed by corruption.
Protests vehemently (but ever so vocal), but followed by lack of action.
I shouldn't say all of this, as I am one of them above.
My heart cringes to acknowledge this fact,
my eyes droop down in shame,
but someday, someday I HOPE to change.
To hope and hope despite the disparity,
hope and hope despite the profanity,
hope despite political irregularity,
to hope despite constant barbarity,
to hope despite the lack of humanity,
to hope despite unvarying vanity
to hope amidst the invariable insanity.
It's this hope that drives us all to strive hard,
its hope, that gives us a good night’s sleep.
A sleep in which I dare to dream,
dream about a better India.
"HOPE" The signature of India
