I dream of a beautiful country Peopled by beautiful minds And highly cultured persons. My beautiful country It is a nuclear free country. There in the beautiful country There is no record of Human rights violations. There nobody lives at Or below the poverty line (BPL). Nobody breaks the law And hence nobody appears in court; There is no requirement of Civil and criminal courts Jails and khaki-clad, baton wielding security personnel. No hospitals are seen; We see only healthy people Healthy animals and healthy trees. Health care for all Does not figure In the election manifesto of political parties. Nor is full employment a campaign slogan. There is no demand for Equal rights and justice. Equality before law Disarmament Shantih or peace which passeth understanding – These are not concepts But are a way of life for the people Of the beautiful country.
I do not know why I dream of a beautiful country. Maybe I am young Maybe I am dreamy and not practical. It is a long, long night And I do not wake to a clear and sunny morning. When I wake early in the morning I see dark clouds gathering on the horizon And I know it will pour with rain. Mounting tension along the border The headline news greets me.