India- A Rare Land Poem by Prabir Gayen

INDIA- A Rare Land

Land of Great Sons and Saints,
Masters and obedient disciplines,
Slowly and silently becoming hell,
People are like shallow shell,
Floating on the surface of miry moat.

Land of truth and religiousness,
Probity, rectitude and fidelity,
Land of Great kings and princes,
Seers and seekers, scholars and teachers,
Is now a land of Self-loving hobgoblins.

India was once the heart of Culture,
'World teacher' by the law of Nature,
Divine chose this land as light
to the entire Nations,
Land of enormous potential
and power,
Now full of blood-sucking creatures.

Greedy men came and
reigned this supreme land,
Perpetrated sins of unnatural
Kind and did exercise homicide,
With unnatural kind of truculence,
Heathenism did they set up,
Pure Land with coherence embraced all
with universal acceptance
and intact tolerance.

The great land now has become
a dead land morally and spiritually,
The inherent soul is rotten,
The logos and Logic are
awkward and heinous,
India is now on the wrong
form of spirit and sprite,
A Land of lost glory and Intrinsic
Knowledge and wisdom.

India has lost the vision,
The track of Love; humanness,
A new evolution is on form,
The spirit of selfishness.

Political pasturage is empty,
Greed and avidity around the sky,
Poor people are like cattle,
Grazing in the lawless field.

Gone are those days of cordial grace,
Life was more like a bonfire and rest,
The sun nurtured the Life
and The Moon brought up
heart and soul
with soothing touch of daintiness,
Life was a pure and unmixed festivity.

Gone are those days of Love
and pastoral pain,
The twittering of morning air,
The buzzing of life at noon,
and the magical stupor
in the weary evening,
Night was full of stars
with invention deep,
Hope, aspiration and living present
having no movement.

The world is now
pestilence- stricken,
Virus, rancour and insensitiveness,
The nature is returning
to its pristine beauty,
Humanity is at doomsday.

@prabir Gayen: 4 May,2020,6: 20 PM.