• gauri nadkarni choudhary

The Motherland

Motherland, the forefathers called her,

For a mother could love like no other.

We chose to soil her clothes,

Spitting and defacing her streets,

She was after all the mother.

We chose to make her night hell,

Creating ruckus and terror,

She was after all the mother.

We demanded that she fed us,

Not bothering if she had enough,

She was after all the mother.

We wanted her to comfort,

Never caring in return,

She was after all the mother.

Our pain was her fault,

Her pain was her duty,

She was after all the mother.

If only the forefathers

Had called her our child

Born of hard labour

Maybe then we would have cared for her better?



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