The streams have left- The streams of thought Floods that brought to our nation Silts of freedom's renewal Upon a millennium's subjugation They left, for life must so Only to be revived, renewed By progeny's prudent hand.
From downs of devastations- The colonially corrupted habit Did we return home to India's true colors? Did Vikramaditya spirit begin to rule Anew over jurisprudence's court? Did among our folk then waltz Restored, living's Shashwat spirit? A la Vivekananda? The truly Vedic? Oh! extracting from life's neo contexts Its Upanishad quintessence? Those leading us in the present From darkness to light? Those of Sarve Bhavantu Sukhinah Sarve Santu Niramyah Sarvah sarvatr Nandantu vintage! What impeccable heritage!
Did the sun of Sarvodya begin to re-rise On free India's dawning horizon? A measure of Kalidas gist Restored to nation Now essaying afresh, in freedom Neo Shakuntalam! A Republique! If original Bharat Thesis Is then too remote a streak Let alone civilization's Ram-Rajya peak.
I looked for signs In nation's native fabric Only two strands came true One, Indian Woman Two, the carriers of India's finer arts Most though Nritya and Raaga Our Kumar Gandharva Pundits!
Rest of us are banal crowds A sea of masses swaying To phony rhythms At once alien to land's inner spirit A Brutus stab in India's back Mir Jaffirs in modern ferment Marauders of nation's real spirit Economics pillagers plundering Nadir Shahs butchering Nation's deepest set raisons Committing anew Now though in laisser faire metaphor Katal-e-Aam Yet still ignorant Of its Arthshashtra sinews Bereft of its Panini brews Ganwaars! Oh! Culture's brutes Fiddling with Krishna Flutes.
Imagine the melodies!
India's fecund womb- If the soul yet incarcerates Battered in alien servilities Such servility- Now inseminated, too, slyly By its neo son's malignant maladies!
Garbage pickers These our own 'neocons' Upon decadences ridden West's dumps Reducing pristine India-Tree To present's pitiable stumps!
