To my motherland,
Life seems to have answers
to everything.
People try to find answers
to their problems;
But the Answer is so clearly
etched in front of them...
When everyone wishes for a future
with assets that reflect -
-Reflect prospects with no liabilities,
they don't realize -
The Future Is Uncertain.
Forever people have been slain
killed, and have attained martyrdom
for a land whose very ether and every grain of soil;
permeates the cores of their very beings...
They shed their blood like silt-laden rivers,
which made infertile and gullible minds
of peoples hitherto unknown to the world
become martyrs and radicals,
capable of thought, ideas and beliefs;
so inspiring,
it put to shame the so called 'High Breed' of humans...
Those ideas swept the sea of a nation,
like waves carried by wind's swift feet,
over miles forever unknown till judgement,
quenching the sun dried sands
in the minds of suppressed people;
Those people, who were figureheads of movements -
Movements and Struggles for The Greater Good;
Wherein all that was preordained before creation,
would trickle down to the weaker masses,
who would, inflamed and inspired,
burn down the very soul of oppression...
It is a matter of pride and sorrow,
That such souls passed their waves of fire,
of a passion latched to their hearts;
so that an entire generation & its descendants,
would cry out with joy and pride -
"They
were the ones! Yes!
They were the ones!
Who gave us what we have!"
And with sorrow remember, that they,
men that they were, and the women that had been,
were humans too, whose flesh and bone,
were interred willingly, yet without dignity,
into the soil of the Mother;
by oppressors and obscurantists,
who suppressed the desire and emotions
of a pool of souls enraged and saddened
at the plight of their children, their brothers,
their sisters and their parents,
The parents, who, wept over the victories of their offspring,
And their tears had shown pride trickling out of their eyes,
Onto their cheeks....
Which they willingly let flown down,
into the soil,
So that the soil would know,
that the children were doing all they could,
For her, the Motherland...
It was too long a struggle; and people,
mortals that we are,
grew wary, and knew they must haste,
before the coming of an era,
an era where destruction, which resembles a thousand suns,
could sweep away entire cities, leaving nothing in their
path...
"Haste! Make Haste!" though they;
and thus spent sleepless nights;
For a decade or two...
And suddenly, the weight and tension;
tore apart the world stretched taut,
And madness urged forth, consuming All....
Every Land, Every Person, Every Soul....
When this period of apocalypse of humanity ended,
then, it was time, for the bird to hatch,
to break its shell and confront the world beyond...
Hence, when twice the sun the earth had outdone,
Then the bird took wing,
With the people of the land,
Hoping it would,
Soar above and along the wind,
Till the End of Time...
So now the people were free,
And the land was relieved;
And a Nation was Born....
With its people proclaiming to the world :
We are Free and Independent, now;
And forever we shall be...
Independent and Free, till the End of Eternity......
The bird had taken to the skies
And so a Nation was born
Epilogue
A nation of ideals, principles, and beliefs
Of conviction, love and determination to do-
To do what all else had,
and to outdo them all at their game...
But no matter how strong a foundation,
the building will always once tumble....
The wartorn and tired nation
now sees the end of its horizon;
Unless the seeds of the past
Shall once more, sprout and burst forth,
Enriching the Land with Life anew.....
