Where the mind is always in fear and heads are hung low
Where law and order is as good as a free for all
Where the world has been broken into a million fragments
By narrow self serving dirty political walls
Where words (printed/spoken) no longer come from the depths of truth
Where tired, toiling masses have stopped stretching arms for justice and perfection
Where the murky polluted stream of crime and corruption has found its way
Into this once ever green beautiful land of living saints
Where the mind is no longer gently led by Thee
But dragged by Satan into the ever narrowing lane of evil and inaction
From this ghastly nightmare (called freedom) , my Father, shake me awake
(With due apologies to Gurudev Tagore)
krishnakumar chandrasekar nair
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