Nation

By Aryesh Maurya

A cluster of lives, some land and some sky, nation.

But are you telling me to let someone die, nation?

The remains, remain under your footsteps,

And you wear some foreign supply, nation.

The world is keen to learn our values,

Residents embarrassed to say "my nation"

Such mockery blind-eyed, with grace,

Where it’s an offense to defy nation.

It shouldn't be wrong to say, it's a myth..

Imaginary border lines, a lie, nation.

The crop fields sleep to the mortar sound,

And proud shells rain to glorify nation.

By Aryesh Maurya