To Think What the Nation Is
A ruthless truth of the cocoon we all dialed!
2 min readAug 15, 2021
Written with disguising fears or an ashamed shame of abominated hatred, I feel sorry to narrate the ground shallows of India, my country, my nation.
My heart sings a drafting river,
That which puffs up our dying liver.
That which narrows our shadowy mind,
To think what the nation we grind.
A nation with the blood of soldiers' light,
That which flows in the Covid night,
Or the one defeating the terrorist flight,
To think what the nation we sight.
A nation woven by the dreams of farmer's toil,
That which dreamt the fulfilling desires' boil,
Or the one backing that food-sewing soil,
To think what the nation we oil.
We dwell in our shivering thoughts,
A nation we want to grow in odds,
That one feathering our only desires to learn,
To think what the nation we earn.
A nation we abuse for our naked eyes,
Or the one that views an anti-social ties,
That which rapes our gender's vigor,
To think what the nation we rigor.
A nation with an ending turn,
Or the one with the societal affairs' burn,
That which is rigid to the stagnant shun,
To think what the nation we pun.- Gourav Khator
