Cry of India.

I have enormous tracts of land and vast volumes of water...
but myself I cannot feed...
I can produce anything and import everything...
but dont have enough to eat...

I have millions of cows...
to feed myself I have not enough milk...
Myself, am covered in rags
though I produce the purest of pure silk

I drive the best cars in the world...
but have no roads...
Beginning to loose my verve...
please understand my bodes...

My schools have one or no teachers...
and no roof for classroom...
Sometimes I take lectures through windows...
and live with 15 others in one room...

For democracy's sake I stood all day...
on an election day...
But before I could ink my thumb...
results were out and away...

Those responsible for my dignity...
gave me oppression...
I am loosing the belief...
and loosing self expression...

I still want to live with the spirit of conviction...
and a vision so pure...


PLEASE CELEBRATE ME
I AM 64...................................