Once upon a time, we used to sing a song ,
In the morning assembly, with the sound of a gong.
we hardly knew what it meant,and never did we care,
everybody sang it ,nobody was spared.
'Hail the motherland' it said, all that we knew.
nobody objected ,neither me nor you.
Some of us sang it,some simply stood,
we weren't bothered if it was for bad or for good.
when the assembly broke ,we ran for the game,
and again as usual we became all the same.
Nobody was applauded for the way he sang,
and everybody of us was just one simple gang.
I see it now ,we were such a fool,
That song wasn't a song but it was a tool.
it will tell us who love the country and how much is his love
and care not for a moment ,if it kills the white dove.
Hey..
ReplyDeleteAm amazed! Why didn't you get some good patting on your back for this one! It's a beautiful piece of every day poetry dealing with the everyday ironies of life! And I guess we still are kids...retarded overgrown kids! Though we know the song now and what it stands for...we haven't stood upto it. And worse, we don't even HAVE to sing it everyday now!!
Hey Amitabh, simply superb...
ReplyDeleteLoved this piece of poetry..i started reading as another article/blog, but realised after a line or two, that this was something more than a literary piece up there!!!!
Really loved it and feel the dearth of patriotism in each one of us is actually missing, when we were kids, we sang because we were made to, when we grew up, we sang to oblige the beats on the roads (republic day), n when we'll get old, we'll lay the impetus on kids to sing something that has become extinct in literal sense. :-(
Great work brother...