Dear India, Dear Friend

Dear India, Dear Friend
At last the time has come
For me to take you in my arms
So handsome, so beautiful
So chikna I am

How sweet it is
To feel your love
In your patronizing wishes
In your recommendations
To find me a purpose
In your all-knowing maharshi

Here my sweet one
Drink this Glue
So thick, so good
Best for your pride to
Stay passive
Stay aggressive
And for a good measure
Stay ignorant

Remember your Tradition
Of Argumentation
Let the dull comfort
Of darkness
Press you unto you
Your heart unto your heart
Your soul unto your soul

There now,
My elephant friend
The Dragon is
Still far and behind

Featured image: Sitting Nude with Tied Wrists by Byam Shaw (1898).

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