The Silent Mother – Poem on Country
Moghuls invaded me, looted
And plundered my riches
I quietly pacified myself
That it was my bad karma;
I was silent.
Then came the British crown
In the garb of East India Co.
And outraged me,
Shackled me in bondage;
I was silent.
Centuries passed by me
I gave birth to a messiah
And to a social movement
I fought slavery’s fetters.
I was silent.
Sons of my womb gave solace,
I once again yearned to be
Sujalam, suphalam,
And sasya shyamalam.
I was silent.
My village was green, my river pure,
My sky was blue and my sons true;
Weekly fairs were my malls,
Street plays my movieplexes;
I was silent.
My crown, paradise on earth,
Victim of neighbour’s evil eye;
Neighbour shouted, “It’s mine”,
Born of my womb, I can’t let go;
I was silent.
Alas! Mine was an illusion
Little did I realise that
Alien tyrants are replaced
By tyrants born of my womb;
I was silent.
The social movement turned
A quest for power for a few
And my offsprings called it a
Sovereign people’s democracy;
I was silent.
My children were divided by
Language, religion and caste
My farmer sons tilled and fed
Went hungry and languished;
I was silent.
Power got to head, feet not grounded
My sons severed cords with citizens
Neglected farmers, brought machines
Myopic tyrants, my so-called sons;
I was silent.
Snatched fundamental rights
Plundered my heart and soul
Rendered hopeless the helpless
Forlorn i am and curse my womb;
I was silent.
Robin Hood robbed rich to pay poor
My progeny robbed poor to pay rich
Tillers weep, die by the thousands
There isn’t one son to lessen grief;
I was silent.
Aliens left, tyrants of my womb rule;
Are they to rule, are they to serve?
Slaved aliens then, slave natives now
Know not I, how long is my slavery;
I was silent.
Easy to identify and easy to expel
Tyrants from shores far and beyond;
Born of my womb, born of my blood
How’ll these tyrants be driven away?
Must I continue silence?
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By: Shyam sundar bulusu