Salutations to the suffering Motherland: A poem 

Remember, all those times you died for centuries 

when your trees were broken spindles, bare of leaves 

when your shoulders were gnawed like excavated mountains 

when your veins were poisoned fountains 

Remember the times of the hangman’s noose 

when grief and despair were let loose 

A sword is never blunt to a fallen victim 

Is there any dignity in defeat’s wisdom? 

Remember the times of the prisoner’s furious calm 

Your wounds were embalmed with the sweat of your palms 

They say the vanquished are never up in arms 

But can the archives of time be the survivor’s charm? 

Why is there suffering and penance for souls with no crime? 

Is it because there is a spoonful of honey after sour lime? 

Can you be assured that after a long denial, somehow, 

to you will destiny take a salutory bow?   

How I tried to free you from the deep sea!!! 

Before I was born to you, do you see? 

And that evil UnPrakash Saint Paul wants to give you Cancer?! 

Destroy his brothers and sisters and their families is my answer!!!