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O Country of Mine, O Mother of Mine
by Rati Hegde
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I shed tears for you, O country of mine,
O country of mine.

Where once the walls outside the temples
Depicted sexual acts aesthetically, and had God within
To make one realize that to find true bliss within
The realms of physical pleasures have to be left behind.

Now viewing sexual acts is banned
Then promoted by lampooning the ban
Realizing the self and God is left behind
The realms to be conquered now are exciting the body and inciting the mind.

I shed tears for you,
O country of mine.

Where cows and other animals were loved
Were treated as Gods or at least, as family members
To make one realize and value
That man is dependent on other life forms to survive.

Now flesh is relished and skin is fashion
The holy cow is butchered and slaughtered
She is a cash cow for those milking her, skinning her and eating her
More so, for those stoking the flames of hatred, by supporting her brutal death.

I shed tears for you,
O country of mine.

Where history spoke of rulers and their deeds
Where truth and justice alone won the war
Our culture nurtured the realization that dates didn’t matter
Nor was there any honor in pillaging and plundering.

Modern day rulers, nay, politicians
Camouflage lies, scandals and scams and present them as power
Poll dates matter, plundering and violence alone wins the war
Tears of those massacred, dignity of the raped, nothing matters to these scavengers.

I shed tears for you,
O country of mine.

Where conscience of the rulers was fearlessly roused
By ministers, poets, Gurus and commoners
Every kingdom, every region was ‘Mathrubhumi’ – the Mother
Realized every king that he didn’t matter more than Her.

Now debates held make more noise, reports written carefully hide the truth
Lawmakers and enforcers are more judgmental than ever
Information misleads more than it guides
In shame, ‘Satyameva Jayate’ looks for a place to hide.

I shed tears for you
O country of mine.

I see revolt in the people, backlash against one-sided justice
Masks are falling off or being ripped apart by zealots
Those whose strings are being pulled by foreign masters
Are now on the defensive, forced to make noise to ensure survival.

But wait, all is not lost, all is not forgotten,
There still simmers pride in lost traditions, in brotherhood and tolerance
Realization rears its head that we are still children of the same Mother
Ours is a land where differences melt when really threatened.

I wait now to shed tears for you
Tears of joy, joy of Unity, O Mother of mine.

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November 08, 2015
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