My nation was God's foundation, <br />Blessed to be founded in this universe, <br />We all know that's the truth, <br />Until I saw its devastated form, <br />A polluted, sick, dying nation. <br /> <br />Starved, dirty, hundreds of year old; <br />Deprived in all walks, <br />People only in skin and bone; <br />No food to nosh, no water to have; <br />Trapped alone in unproductive land. <br /> <br />Feeble eyes gaze straight, <br />Standing on legs more akin to carrots, <br />Intellectual power banging out, <br />Nerves stressed to flow tired blood, <br />Oh God! Nothing further I can add… <br /> <br />I am a patriot and my spirit is tough enough; <br />But cannot see the plight of my buddies, <br />To see the rest- an empire vulture, <br />Sitting close and staring eager to end hungry! <br />I cry! Save these souls, innocents! <br /> <br />Then I lifted my eyes to Heaven, <br />And with wavering lips I plead, <br />For an approval for the breathing, <br />And a pardon for the departed; <br />Let this never happen again! <br /> <br />And like a spirit of music, lowly whispered— <br />Lowly sung- came a resonance, chaste and divine; <br />And the blissful angel tongue smiled: <br />'Kick out the shame and sorrow, the misery and sin; <br />And the sunrise of every morrow, ill in peace be.<br /><br />Dr. Yogesh Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dying-nation/
