Listen to me my fellow Indians,

listen to this old soul.

I am getting weaker and weaker everyday and heavier than ever.

Carrying the weight ,

of your heroes,

their blood,

their ashes,

mixed in my body.

Carrying the shame,

of your brave sons,

who stained ,

my daughters' body.

Carrying the blame,

that you all put on me,

for not being good enough.

Yes! Blame me,

for not being a good country.

But don't forget that,

You are the ones,

who announce bluff.

It should be you, making me proud.

Since its you who ruined me, this holy land,

Blame your intentions and greed, you filthy liars,

I am the land that was once adorned,

forever blessed,

with selfless desirers.

- India

-warranium