India of my dreams

Where the day begins with a pale light
Scattered over the sky so blue
With chirrups of birds all around
Silver droplets over the morning ground

Where hunger is chased to the farthest earth
And a slice of bread is an ease for all
Where eyes shed no tears over the curse of belly
And the ill health seeks the laziest crawl

Where the winter nights are not so cruel
For the half-clad limbs and naked ears
Where the warmth of comfort has no face dual
One for the wealthy pockets,the other for weak tears

Where people don't count what nation pays
For the wealthy life of its citizen
But every 'me' adds up effort
To see prosper in every vision

Where the country is blessed by a single God
And 'religion!' merely remains a term
Where pride lies in being an Indian
With fading away of communal nod

Where Justice reaches to every horizon
And equal right is so much esteemed
Where daughters find the safest sleep
Ans eyes around gaze with respect deep

Where the western wind is not copied
And pasted over the remarks of progress
Where the culture flows in the stream of love
And the dove of tradition finds healthy feed

Where wisdom flows down the gentle throat
And mind bethinks before yelling word
Where the conscience of people is not so void
To hinder the sky of this Golden bird

Where dreams don't vanish in endless stretch
Of dull mindsets and trifle laughter
I dream of my country being such a place
Where man continues to live ever after