Misplaced Pride

India a country where daughters are poor,
Not safe inside the womb nor outdoor,
where certain sections battle poverty,
and many ask for a meagre hefty dowry.

India where caste is so nice,
unless and until you have to choose a wife,
Where above you only is your birth
and some times you may be even below the earth.

India where many sons claim the soil,
but hardly know about the value and toil,
Many claim to outcast foreigners,
Standing with their head shaven with banners.

India I am proud of you, atleast you don kill as many as other nations,
Atleast you have some wonderful things in a constitution,
Atleast you walk around in naked feet flaunting your humility,
But still where many are torn aprt society and liberty.

Ah! My friend,did you light up a candle today?
May the souls of the departed rest in peace,
May we find what we seek in our dreams,
May we find our children bathing in clear streams,
That have the blood of our untold screams.