Her flag, once flew high
Of might, knowledge and eternal light
Flounders now Her boat
Sinking under Her own weight
The path ahead lies not
of economic growth and materialism
Her eyes watch eagerly at
those dusty eyes lost in oblivion
sleepwalking through the day
to save their skin
The tears on Her eyes speak
of memories of men and women
who transcended themselves to reach her very roots
and now of men and women
who scrape the last shreds of what She has
Politicians will do it not
Businessmen will do it not
Corporations will do it not
For they all form the scrapers of her booty
Upto you and me it is
to breathe sincere labor and divine fragrance
back into Her soul
Jump in and act now, before
all that is India turns mere hallowed memory!
