Why I can’t love my INDIA

Once I moan to my mom,

about the agony of my room.

Rats dancing on the table,

spiders hanging across levels.

Leeches sucking blood,

the place is just misplaced.

And she smiled……

From room to country, I moved,

and the evils simply amplified.

Rats from environs attacking Mumbai,

scarcity web prevailing geography.

crooked and privileged sipping economy,

no legroom for exponential community.

Then, my mother inform,

its only me who can transform,

and I did.

Let us again, a journey to thousand miles begin,

So that I can say proudly….yes, I love my INDIA.

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