Oct 3, 2011
I waited for you twenty long years, parched, thirsty and battered
Now you step here on my very soil, treading with careful steps
Trampling leaves of optimism amid the autumn of despair
What thoughts encumber the threshold of faith?
What fears inhabit your fearless soul?
What holds you from celebrating amid the autumn of despair
Your hut a stranger’s mansion now, your home a borrowed dream
Your neighbourhood a graveyard of stolen memories
Yet what duress to visit me amid the autumn of despair
I am your motherland and you my abandoned child
You the forsaken progeny of the erstwhile heaven
Weaving threads of false hope amid the autumn of despair
Allow me just one moment of embracing you with warmth
Here in my orphaned womb rest your weary self
You somnolent yet awake amid the autumn of despair
You know you belong here; with roots entrenched in yore
Everything remains unchanged in this changed milieu
Liberate your somber spirit amid the autumn of despair
Oh! my dear mother I leave my heart with you
I know in your lap I will lay my head in eternal rest
I know this land belongs to me but the people do not
Was this the moment of truth amid the autumn of despair……
