To the so-called "Indians"

Insensitive and ungreatful
People leave their motherland
Disintegrating culture and tradition
Never really matters to them

The dear nation beckons you back
Like a poor dressed up bride
But deaf are your ears because
On wild horses of greed you ride…
Do you not miss the people, places;
The memories of childplay and youth??
But i guess the horses of greed
Would never let them surround..
To such Indians living away
I proclaim with a sobbing heart:
In your next life at least
Do bloom where you are planted…..
Because a replanted flower
Need not attain its infant beauty……
Let the fragrance be widespread
Let India attain her desired throne!!!!!!