Cry The Beloved Country
As Terrorist’s fireSavored the beauty of Taj,
Hotel staff turned martyrs
Saving the lives
Of their precious guests
As the finest brand of
Indian hospitality triumphed
Keeping the tri-color flying proudly,
Whispering to the misty eyed nation,”
When the imperial lust
Gang-raped the modesty
Of City of Zansi,
The young queen with
Her child in the pillion
Rode the horse leading her forces
And bravely went down fighting
Sowing the seeds of freedom,
After a blood-stained century..
Shed golden and purple tears of joy
As souls martyrs join the chorus,
“Cry The Beloved country!”
When a pack of drunken beasts
Snuffed the honor
Of a just bloomed girlhood
She went down fighting
Much like the young queen
Jolting the sleeping nation
Into tears of shame
Whispering bravely
In our shameful ears,
“Cry The Beloved Country”
….Vishwas
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Vishwas Vaidya is your friendly neighborhood poet staying in India but aspiring to build a love-nest in the sweetest corner of the hearts of his readers, across the globe! [Learn More]
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