A Nation Called India

As I sat to watch The TV after a long grind at my desk One channel discussed Why Sonia did what she did Quoting her erstwhile loyal aides Another went to Gaza Debated the torment Palestinians underwent Chided Israel for being criminally adamant Yet another one claimed An ISI spy had designs Planned from his base in Sri Lanka To bomb vital sites in South India Those who participated in the debates Had mouthfuls to speak In a wild cacophony that confused Themselves and the hosts As the viewers dozed off Indifferent to their nation’s turmoil As my sisters, daughters and mothers Across a land called India Got disrobed and wailed in pain In a manner one of their great epics said God knows what parts of their bodies bled Who cares? Don’t ask me please I am too indifferent I am an Indian to the hilt My comfort lies in sleep