I feel shame ...

Shame ...
I feel .... Shame ...

I feel the crimson blush of shame ...
the shame of a nation betrayed by her custodians ...
a future compromised ... in the name of empowering one and all ...
a land divided ... on lines of by what name do God we call ...
where a father wont hesitate to lay down his beloved daughter a wreath,
because God forbid she loved into a caste beneath ...
where rioters and criminals are free larks ...
because the police are busy patroling the parks ...
where pilgrims are burnt in trains alive ...
by people who take God's name by the day times five
where harmony and peace a big price do pay ...
to zealots who cry - "mandir yahin banayenge" ...
where to remember brave martyrs we fail ...
while we read what a 'star' had for dinner in jail ...
where issues are raised in Parliament for dough ...
by politicians who could sink no further low ...
where to get work done officials must be fed ...
while "satyamev jayate " beams over their head ...

Where is the shame tht is in their lot?
in view of the culture they have left to rot ...
For every bit of shame they do fake ...
here , my country , I bow my head and take ....
Shame ....