"To believe in something, and not to live it, is dishonesty." - Mahatma Gandhi
Sometimes, just sometimes, the adult in each one of us wakes up, worries, prepares and plans for what lies ahead.
This pseudo-serious adult in you/me ‘visualizes’
whilst the child inside, continues to dream :)
Surprisingly, most of us, turn out to posses a certain sense of social responsibility & pride, and at some point in our lives, we may have dreamed of an ideal nation, or at least cribbed about how we are & wondered if we could ever be….
To a social worker, an ideal India is one bereft of poverty & devoid of disease.
But…
I am not such an activist;
I am only a young dream talking.
Through my eyes I only see,
A nation where the poor manage to laugh, and the rich bow down to cry ;
A nation where children learn whilst they study ;
A nation where the souls speaks and the lips merely mouth;
…where the eyes dance and the feet merely move;
A nation that is a colorful collage of astounding similarities within celebrated differences.
A nation that smiles through tears and strives for success;
A nation that fights until she falls;
A nation that rises every time she lays!!
A country where,
A nation that is a colorful collage of astounding similarities within celebrated differences.
A nation that smiles through tears and strives for success;
A nation that fights until she falls;
A nation that rises every time she lays!!
A country where,
Safety is secure, and peace wholesome ;
Where religion is revered and each life treasured ;
Where God is love, and love, unbidden.
Where passion is searing, and every celebration a festivity;
A country where,
Equality is a given, and corruption remains unheard of ;
Where happiness is rapturous, and sorrow cursed upon ;
Where truth is a vow
..And betrayal, a sin!!
A land where,
Where religion is revered and each life treasured ;
Where God is love, and love, unbidden.
Where passion is searing, and every celebration a festivity;
A country where,
Equality is a given, and corruption remains unheard of ;
Where happiness is rapturous, and sorrow cursed upon ;
Where truth is a vow
..And betrayal, a sin!!
A land where,
Laughter booms and tears dry;
Where a smile redeems and, hope reigns supreme!
A country that promises to never dilute it’s essence with western influx;
A nation of orange tigers and incense sticks and spice;
A nation of silk sarees and heavy gold and jasmine flowers;
A country of vivid colors, and beautiful women;
A land of liquid sunshine and bamboo trees and cloth cradles on coconut palms!!
A land that vows to forever stay, INDIA :)
A country ,
Where pride is fire;
Where spirit is DUTY;
Where freedom is fearless;
Where fragrance is SOIL!!
And this is me- a mere dream.
A young dream.
A dream that ought not to be crushed by indifference
A dream that ought not to be trampled by ignorance
Together, we can architect a beautiful, beautiful nation;
Together, we can rejoice!
Together, we can start living.
Where a smile redeems and, hope reigns supreme!
A country that promises to never dilute it’s essence with western influx;
A nation of orange tigers and incense sticks and spice;
A nation of silk sarees and heavy gold and jasmine flowers;
A country of vivid colors, and beautiful women;
A land of liquid sunshine and bamboo trees and cloth cradles on coconut palms!!
A land that vows to forever stay, INDIA :)
A country ,
Where pride is fire;
Where spirit is DUTY;
Where freedom is fearless;
Where fragrance is SOIL!!
And this is me- a mere dream.
A young dream.
A dream that ought not to be crushed by indifference
A dream that ought not to be trampled by ignorance
Together, we can architect a beautiful, beautiful nation;
Together, we can rejoice!
Together, we can start living.
So tomorrow let each one of us be awaken by a new character, a new aura,
Sixty-five years after its actual occurrence.
Let’s be proud to be An Indian.
Let’s be proud to be An Indian.
. . . . .Not only after a bomb-blast or a world cup victory, but then forever!!
