'Cry, the beloved country'

The Woman pushes the baby born
From a suffocating drowning world
Into a one with air
Thick with pollution

And She lies writhing on the floor
Her lungs screaming for air
Her body drawing rasping breaths
While She struggles to live
For Her children
Without race, religion or caste
Bigotry, alliance or prejudice
She is all
She is none


Yet we are delivered
A race apart, a religion apart, a caste apart
From the brother born with us


While She dies, crying
We draw Her blood
As we fight to live to die


Love the people. They are the country, the nation India.