A poem I wrote for the McMahon Creative Writing Competition.
There was a time, long ago__________________________________
When every traveling monk and
Every vain king worth his vow
Sought to glimpse this sacred land
Such was her glory, her splendor
A treasure trove of valor and wisdom
Of beauty, knowledge and culture
A wonder to many, a goal for some.
And now passed are those golden days
Though our achievements are not any less
Our dreams and hearts have parted ways
And our glory's fading into darkness.
Caught in a web of fury and greed
Stifled by pain, chaos and sadness,
Our country is yet to be freed
From all that's hindering her progress.
We've almost lost our ancient spirit
And we despair like we are helpless
We glance not into that dark pit
Enduring the evil around us
To see her fallen from her height
Every Indian's heart must ache
And so does mine; A ray of light
I search for and a choice I make
To work towards the greater good
With a belief to stand by too
And I would tell you, if I could...
My heart, India, beats for you.