The persistence of myth

The stories of generations float through space, living on in the minds, hearts and discs of untold millions. If the world were devoid of the human race, its myths would live on still, lying dormant, until an intrepid adventurer stumbles on a memory bank - and the stories would burst forth like a raging flood, bringing the race to life once again.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

This land of mine

I don't want a temple
A mosque or a church
(we have already far too many of those)
I don't want ghosts from the past
Casting their dark shadows
...On a wakening generation
I don't want a land
That feeds on hatred and fear
I don't want my tomorrows
To carry the burdens of unforgiving yesterdays
I pray for oneness beyond divisive creed
For wiser counsel than our forefathers had
For an India of our children's dreams.

1 comment:

Manu Srivastava said...

Simple and thoughtful, loved it