My land is free; An Indian free am I? 
I ‘m proud of my rich heritage and land; 
But I have never seen the clear b1ue Sky; 
The soil has blood-stains spilled by foreign hand! 
The River- water no more tastes so good; 
The air has smog and disease-causing germs; 
Gone is the flavor, quality of food; 
The citizens have skins like pachyderms! 
My fellowmen have hearts of rock-like stone; 
Their eyes show hatred, jealousy, not love; 
Communal riots kill! as many moan; 
The Olive-branch has dropped off beak of Dove! 
                          0 Lord! Usher the tranquil state again; 
                          A new direction, let Indians regain! 
Dedicated to His Excellencies, 
The President of India, Shri. A.P.J.Abdul Kalaam  
And the Prime-Minister Shri Atal Behari Vajpayee
                         10-5-2002 by Dr John Celes                
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