Bravo India’s Independence Day!: A poem

Would I have taken a long time to read your history

when I realised the spice garden had borrowed feathers

and I sounded all too parroty relating how kind the education was!

I am still languishing in these meek parodies that keep me sane (?!)

I am just given to believing that the museum at Mumbai’s

Kala Ghoda area is such a poor, poor cousin! Why? The

grand parade in London is such a milestone of human history with

all its loot! They can have the Kohinoor if the crown was worth

a farthing in self-esteem for the cowardice of greed and rapine. Let it be

that Indians pee and shit on their own monuments and dump garbage and

dead bodies in their rivers (that they call holy)! Education, just to a few, gave us a

legacy of utter poverty, corrupt politicians, and scant respect for

our country, as we idolised our ancient gods without wondering

that they think we are all a crying shame! But why blame Rule Brittanica alone (?),

when the Muslim marauders did the same thing to us in different forms,

raped our mothers, sisters, wives and daughters and converted us with

the sword (ask cross-breed Mamdani for his devout clarifications). Thank God we were cut off

from Pakistan, yet more Muslims stayed behind, so that we smell the sweat of our

rapists still. Isn’t Mumbai’s frugal museum on Mahatma Gandhi Road?! Thank you

Mahatama Gandhi! Love jihad now is a global phenomenon! Mother India, your spices are

no longer pricey or precious; and sorry to say, you may always be impoverished!

Don’t count on your politicians! We are way behind China, and Pakistan is

always grabbing us around the collar by virtue of its  being a weighty `betaal’ on our

shoulders. And also look out for the airlift of drugs in `Udtaa Punjab’! Look how far we’ve

come with our burdens, not even anywhere near the 87-metre mark we are

celebrating! Europe has a very marked way of keeping its riches through the

fraudulence of global monetary  institutions, let it be that we will keep our poverty

by the retrograde of all our self-seeking politicians!  

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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