O! My Beloved Country!A Poem by Saatyaki S / o Seshendra SharmaThis is Seshendra Sharma , my father's poemYour rivers
are flowing in the hills, Your dates
in the pages of history And you in
the dirty slums. I ask you "
when do the dreams of the sickles in the fields be fulfilled? When the
centuries of hunger of the millions be appeased. All the
flags are flying in the sun only for the workers All the pens
are drinking bottles of ink only to express your dreams In the name
of October Revolution only All the
voices are taking oath But when do
your factories become our pillars of triumph When will
the lotuses blossom in the rugged palms of the workers? How many
theories reined under this sky / and washed the entire earth becoming great
deluges- how many
swords of how many religions clashed in this old earth but the
hammers which are ornaments of the human muscles, when do they beat the skies
of the Bourgeoisie countries in pieces and when
do they make the sky rain storms of
stars- we are all
people , we are all dreams of this country The complete
will of this country is our voice only- Innumerable
days we washed our earth with our tears and gave the
power writing with our blood. That very
power has become death rope around our neck When does
this atrocious day set- I am asking-
when does the great day come when our self
respect now being crushed under the iron heels of Govt.Officers and
power politics will take revenge. When do rise again like a great orb of sun with all its
glorious rays from the sea- -Seshendra Sharma © 2014 Saatyaki S / o Seshendra Sharma |
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Added on September 19, 2014 Last Updated on September 19, 2014 Tags: seshendra, visionary poet, son, saatyaki AuthorSaatyaki S / o Seshendra SharmaHyderabad, Telangana State, IndiaAbout54 Years M.A (Political Science) J.N.U: New Delhi: India Publisher & Coordinator Living: Hyderabad: Telangana State: India [email protected] http://seshendrasharma.weebly.com &ldquo.. more.. |