The Song of India
“What song shall I sing of you Mother?” I asked
Shall I sing
Of the Himalayas with their snow-born Peaks
Of the three seas that wash your Palm?
Shall I sing
“Of your clear dawn with pure gold streaks?”
Said the mother Imperturable calm:
Sing of the beggar and Leper
That swam my streets.
Sing of the filth and the dirt
That foul my sylvan retreats:
“What song shall I sing of you Mother?” I asked
Shall I sing
Of your rock cut temples, epics in stone,
Of your children that died to call you their own
Of the seers and prophets that hewed that straight path
For the man that pilgrims alone?”
Said the Mother in indignant words
That beat into my ears like gong,
That flew about me, a pitiful thing.
Like great white birds:
Sing of the millions that tail
Sing of the wrinkled face
Indexing ignorance.
Sing of the helpless child
Born in a bleak, dark home.
Nervous I yet would ask,
Deeming it my task:
What song shall I sing of you, my mother?
What song?
Shall I sing of the dam and the lake?
Of steel mills , the shipbuilding yard?
Of the men that work hard.
To technologies, to put you on the page
Of the Atomic Age?
Said the Mother: of these you may sing.
But sing also of the strikes, early and late.
Of iron men that come in their wake.
O class- war and its correlate.’
Querulous, I said:
Is there no song that I can sing of you,
Heart whole , alloyed?
A song bathed in the stainless blue
Unvapouring in the void?”
At that the mother rose, draped in the blue sky.
Milk-white oceans heaved round her.Their waves.
Were the entrancing and enthroning light.
On which she sat and wrote the book of the Morrow
Her forehead opened like earth’s destiny
Yielding the sun God cancelling all sorrow.
It was clear dawn like a nightmare fled the inght
An the sun-beam was as the hand that saves.
Author: Vinayaka Krishna Gokak
As Indians we can rightly be proud of our country’s natural beauty, Its Rich cultural heritage, its ancient wisdom, Its glorious freedom struggle and its industrial progress. As the same time we should not ignore the numerous ills affecting our motherland Like Poverty disease, environmental degradation, ignorance, illiteracy, unemployment, caste, and class conflicts and a hundred forms of exploitation. We should try to eradicate them as far as Possible.
As poet said Our mother India has to write the book of our destiny, cancelling all our sorrow. Tomorrow should be clear dawn..Our nightmare should fled in the night. We have to write our bright future…
Sujalaam ….Sufalaam ….Malayaja Sheetalaam …. Dream for bright future….
Let us pledge for commitment to our constitution ….
Let us Pledge to fight against terrorism ….
Let us pledge to fight against communal ism….
Unity in diversity …… and towards continual progress
Striving always for peace ….
Vande Mataram! ! Jai Hind!!!
Happy Republic Day!