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The Many Facets of India

by Anupama Krishnakumar

Diversity

Intriguing, Incredible, Mystic

Adjectives that indelibly stick

That’s a face of India we know

And we call her rightly so!

She’s the land of bearded sadhus

The land of many religious views

The land of the incredible Taj

The land that intrigued the British Raj.

Diversity is her other name

That brings her much of her fame.

From green pastures to rocky terrains

And sandy deserts to fertile plains!

From Idli and Sambar down South

And Dhoklas of west to tease the mouth

Soft Rotis and yellowy Dal up North

Fish of the east to add to the broth!

From what we wear to the work we do

Such examples of variety are far too few

Hailed she is as the timeless beauty

She, the pinnacle of diversity!

Poverty

And yet there’s the blot on her face

As roadside huts fight for some space

Existence, and not living’s their hinge

It’s poverty that makes you cringe!

Tattered clothes and stink of the poor

A mighty menace that makes India quiver

Disease and illiteracy, its ugly offspring

It’s growth that poverty’s threatening!

A land of extremes they all say

It can’t be truer in any better way

Oh, what a sharp divide there exists

In a resourceful country as this!

The Bright Young Face

He sits and types away at his desk

In a cushioned seat from dawn to dusk

He is the bright young face of new India

A generation that says dude, gosh and yeah!

First a bike, then a car, and then a house,

It’s a dream life that many a man loves;

He is the face – educated and well-to-do

The new face of India, bright and anew!

From science and ads to space and sport

They go round the globe trot, trot, trot.

Visionaries call them the building blocks

Making India a nation that sure rocks!

And then there are the businessmen

Who are out innovating ever so often

We sure do count on each one of them

For the ‘made in India’ tag to gain momentum.

Ah, may we not miss, the entrepreneur,

The proud children who’re out to cure,

The many social ills that plague this land

Giving their mother that helping hand.

When they married!

Talk of social ills, so many there are!

He, the son of a rich man, his father’s star.

His lady love, their driver’s daughter

Can the caste tussle get any hotter?

Tried their might, they did, to convince

Little interest did their arguments evince

A woman from a lower caste? Impossible!

He heard his mom cry, yell and ramble!

So, elope they did, to lead a happy life

Earned they did everyone’s cursed strife!

In the name of honour, we don’t need her,

Said the ill-fated, love-struck woman’s brother!

The media screamed, fourth-estate it claimed

Justice shut its eyes tight, it appeared

And not before long, the story helplessly faded

As people scurried – their life had to be lived!

When a baby girl speaks..

Am finally here, I beamed

In a world that I dreamed

When I saw grandma’s lip curl

And say it is a baby girl..

Unfamiliar it all seemed

As all the men screamed

This day that I bloomed

They said all was doomed..

Where first cries were treasured

In angry voices they were buried

We want her no more, they said

It’s only ill luck I bred..

I meant good to none

Save her, the only one,

One, who would stop to bother

She, my poor dear mother..

Yet, I felt her palm moisten

Momma, not this bad, bitter poison

Momma, give me your goo’ food

Pray, why should I be done for good?

Minds crooked and bent, O’Gracious Death

Tell me, is this life’s worth?

This world, I know, I shall never miss

Please silence me, with your kiss..

The need of the hour

It’s a mighty big war against many foes

Population, terror, corruption, chaos

Emerging we have been for years now

Time for us to take a bow!

It’s the right attitude that now matters

Join hands, shred the hitches to tatters

These need to be taken beyond writing

Many small steps for nation building!

A mammoth task it indeed is

Make a difference in little ways

Social responsibility holds the key

And so does literacy

An initiative no matter how small

To improve health and bring awareness to all

A leader for India’s cause each of us will be

Let’s tell ourselves, it begins with me!

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