The country and it's men
A nation and it's strength
The right to the Mecca of One Religion
The fight for it's self for other.
The waiting which cost the time
The time which History couldnt bind
The history which looked back too much
The steps to the forward left as such.
The people who didnt care
The Gandhi,The Nehru and The Jinnah are not there
The Roti Kapda Makan is what they ever wanted
The wants which became desires.
To the man of a common religion
who still sits under the tree shade
wondering who in the family will eat today
and not knowing the fears for tomorrow
for its the present he lives in
and for the past he does not craves.
He wishes the election of the Prided Nation
will come tomorrow ,
for him it will bring joy among sorrow
for his thumb will bring food of 6,
which he strives each day to fix
and with it will come the sleep,
that he has forgotten he once did.