Liberate Me Please!

(This poem was written on 29th August 2013. Indian Prime Minister, Mr. Narendra Modi has now unleashed a storm with the demonetization of high-value Indian currency and promised to go ahead with his economic blitzkrieg. I have, therefore, reason to believe that Mahatma Gandhi's prayer in this poem is becoming a reality. I wish all the best for the Indian State in the hope of better days and rededicate this poem to my countrymen in a slightly revised form.) Am I failing? Am I falling? You placed my face on paper And let it float without any respect In the winds of international racket Sold your soul in the market And cried - it is sinking It is in free-fall All due to others' faults Look my head once upright Is now hung in shame On both sides Of the sinking bill And who has time here to see How badly my heart bleeds? You are busy seeking alms At the doors of outsourcers Across the seven seas You have placed the land's destiny At the mercy of foreign economies While at home I was forced into bags Hoarded, buried in stinking rags Beds, vaults as unaccounted stash Unavailable to my children of the land You let my non-violence to be faked Across the borders that it fed Gory terror and jungle-bred bloodshed Destabilized the peace of the land You pawned the brain power Of your God-given manpower For paltry pennies to Western masters While you ruined your native vigour Sunken deep in unethical mire Staying closed in an ivory tower Blindly believing things went in your favour With the mercy of alien powers Stop this please and return to your roots Straighten your spine and string your boots For the walk back to your nascent roots Trust your brethren than you boot Your faith on others who only loot Liberate me from this sinking bill I have nothing to do with your ills Call me back when you are ready To honour yourself with heads held steady Invent your way to rediscovery Knowing the new economies aren't worth a penny When your past is a glorious alchemy Adieu brethren, so long my friends I have renounced my precious land Call me back only if you can Stand on your feet and heave like men Chests raised full unto the heavens Like we always had been the Indians