It is shocking and abashing <br />To know the know-how’s of our youth <br />About the legend, the freedom struggle <br />And our pride, independence <br /> <br />Their high-tech look, their freaking style <br />Always remind me the quote <br />Sweet advertisement quote <br />With a smile ‘the sweet rascals’ <br /> <br />They astonish in their ‘astute’ <br />Their ardent knowledge in ‘history’ <br />Alas! They fail to recognise even <br />Our pride, our proud brave gallants <br /> <br />They ogle insensible at them <br />As if they had across strangers <br />Their face gives an aloof obscene <br />And argued as antiquated <br /> <br />They give foolish presume on <br />Brave comrades Bhaghat, and Boss <br />They slip their tongue and bicker hard <br />Nehru as Nations’ father <br /> <br />Dear, I am really scarred <br />To read their mind, to find the fault <br />Who shall be blamed for them? <br />To scuttle in demurring threat <br /> <br />What shall I revise further? <br />Does it have to start from slate? <br />Where I had first stumbled? <br />Is it while they first suckled?<br /><br />Sandhya S.N<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-rascals/
