Sanguine Sunrise

Sanguine Sunrise

As I close my book to lie in repose at night,

Each day I nurture these thoughts in my mind,

Shall India ever discover a palatable esplanade?

A walkway, which would rectify every past mistake,

A splendid ideology……

Thwarting all enemies dreams,

A solvent folio with soluble antidote

Accomplishing every citizen’s dreams

As I make my bed to lie in repose at night,

Each day I give vent to these thoughts in my mind

Shall a day ever stir up with congruent decision?

No Endeavour to impair India’s reputation,

A conclusion having a soul aim to quench the quest,

To work for the nation, to give and not in return behest.

As I lay my head on the pillow to lie in repose at night,

Each day I catapult these thoughts to God in my mind,

Shall a day ever come up…..?

With no selfish motive dramatics in the parliament

Whipping off the tag of poor country with unemployment

No hobgoblin in disguise of a leader,

No shattering of youth’s hopes’ by making the path steeper,

No dingy abysmal conspiracy to shake its foundation,

Shall some heroic person rise by divine excavation?

Will someday ‘messiah’ born in this nation?

With nobody to undo the acts of God’s creation

Will this’ messiah be born to elucidate my country?

Or has he already taken birth?

From antiquity, no dearth of dreadful men on this earth,

Instances marking the end of them by varied mechanisms,

Do we need wait for years for him to come?

Or is the hint from God too immaculate?

Need not find the God for remedy, no need to speculate,

We have the power the strength to shun,

Life’s too short to think and plan,

All the plans shattered, dispersed in the past

It’s time to execute them to clear the path,

Intricate it may sound but not impossible,

Rather than the distressed memories of tough terrain

The destination exudes joy that’s inexplicable,

The night’s darkness, aftermath rising of the sun ordained

Failures selfish motives take backseat, success attained,

Victory refreshing as morning dew droplets,

The toil’s right place in golden words, immortal, ceaseless,

As I close my eyes with a smile on my face to lie in repose at night,

Each day I dream of a nation with a sanguine sunrise.

written in 2008