My dear fellow Indians,
I write this letter because…
Scared of the uncertainty, the hatred and cries,
The uncountable dying sighs,
The deep roots of planted insecurities,
I’m a victim too
And you can save me.
My world gets darker by the minute,
A new tragedy at every turn in spirit,
Crime is now normalcy,
And fear, a necessity
Is it what we really need?
A new war looms in each corner,
Life is on a burner.
We stand in anguished air.
Is this really fair?
Where differences were our utmost strength,
Now – a mere dent.
Rotting from the core within,
Unified we stand – A myth?
Can’t answer that, my friend.
As we get caught in money’s lair,
I fear this greed,
ripping through the air,
No longer do we even care
Hearts are turning fatal wares
The political tyrannies,
O the devil’s feast!
Service riddled with
Corruption is just normalcy.
I’m scared of the future I hold,
The taunting future untold.
I’m scared of the hatred the lies
Between a neighbor and I.
I’m scared of the dark,
It’s abysmal calling for sin to embark.
I’m scared of what might become,
Of my country in years to come.
I’m a victim too.
I need your help. All of us do.
– YUKTA BHANDARI
Yukta, awesome !!! Keep writing !
Can I just give infinite number of likes!?
Keep the good work.♡♡
Well written 👍👍
Hits hard….it scares me too.very well expressed