I believe my country was always the greatest civilisation.
Since the time of the Indus, when my people grew food,
While men, elsewhere, still roamed as beasts and hunted for hide and hood.
When we had navies, harbours and dry docks.
While men, elsewhere, swam, to survive, faster than crocs .
The Brits got to us and we only got greater after they left.
Learnt their language, spoke it with no cranny nor cleft.
Became the second largest English speakers, more than all their atoll.
Learnt their methods and became the largest Democracy, Republic et al.
I believe there’s pride.
In helping Uncle Sam, with our best brains, to grow up to his distinction.
(Until he recently hit a slump, avalanched and took a recess-ion)
To be labelled as a ‘developing’ country, poverty stricken, to soon swoon.
Yet vie with ‘developed ’ones, splitting atoms and sending metal to moon.
To flower, flourish and flaunt IT, the global village, further shrink.
To have become what we are. To have become India Inc.
I believe there’s strength.
In keeping paradise, still on earth.
To keep peace , home and away, despite resources glut or dearth.
To have hands strong, yet lent to friends in distress.
In fighting foes and fiery flaming Oberoi and Taj fortress.
I believe there’s hope.
In draining brains seeping back.
And Obamas painting the White House black.
I believe that I’ll wake up to a better tomorrow.
In a greater India, sans grief sans sorrow.
