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A patriot and a billion traitors

 

Wherever I turn, traitors everywhere.

I love my country

and its five-thousand-year-old civilisation.

Patriotism runs in my veins

like the holy waters of Ganga mayya.

 

But I see traitors all around me.

Millions of farmers who question

the wisdom of the infallible government.

Scores of activists conspiring against the infallibility,

from Bhima Koregaon to Disha Ravi.

 

We’ll fill our jails with you traitors.

You’ll vanish from our public places without a trace.

 

This is the land of the pure.

The is the holy land of gods and their avatars.

Your mission is to sing paeans to this

Punyabhumi, your Pitrubhumi

And endure little hardships for its sake.

 

Don’t be a traitor questioning the government

of the Punyabhumi, your Pitrubhumi.

Endure the pain whether it be

in your neck or in your posterior

so that we shall have a

Narendra Modi stadium

in every state of this

Punyabhumi, your Pitrubhumi.

Your children can play cricket tomorrow

if you’re willing to starve today.

 

Be a good patriot

And bear the pain wherever it is.

The pain is your birth right

Upon this Punyabhumi, your Pitrubhumi.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

  1. dee NambiarFebruary 25, 2021 at 9:29 AM

    In the last few years some world leaders have been able to redefine patriotism and garner support for the new definition of it. :)

    The same goes for treason.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 25, 2021 at 9:54 AM

      Indeed. These concepts have been twisted and distorted so much so that patriots are traitors today and vice versa.

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  2. जितेन्द्र माथुरMarch 2, 2021 at 2:00 PM

    Hmmm. You are right. Now genuine patriots have become traitors. And traitors are roaming in the garb of patriotism. A sizable part of the population has been brainwashed. Is there any other option than to continue to suffer ?

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalMarch 2, 2021 at 4:15 PM

      For a while more we'll suffer. But life is cyclical for any nation. This too will pass. I hope so.

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