NaMo Ways

I composed this poem on Sunday, 30 March 2014, sketching out the picture of the country during the lawless days of UPA rule. Now I urge those who deny the progress made by the Modi Government to compare present-day India with how it was before, for things look alike in the absence of relativity.  

NaMo Ways

India moans with the intense pain of terrorism;

Bleeding is it from several gashes of Maoism;

It has long been infected by the sectarian strife,

And suffering from the fever of caste-led divide.  

The termites of corruption are eating out India;

Torn by price rises are metropolis and Arcadia.

Jobless are the youth; the poor houseless.

How can in economy you think they be a plus?

All around the people is chaos and confusion;

To let them die or cry is the rulers’ intention.

Mistreated are Talents, toil, culture and wisdom;

Country’s resources are all cared for seldom.

The nation’s reputation has long been sullying;

We have many times been the victim of bullying.

Poverty dealers have a hold on the reins of power;

The duplicitous are out with promises to shower.

But, hey, on the horizon look at the red, red rays!

To put the roses into your cheeks rise NaMo Ways.

-       Ramesh Tiwari