To make a country!

They sat all day, thinking of the past,
Memories of what a country they were born,
Was the only thing that ruled their thoughts.

You ask them “what your country is made of?”
You hear nothing but memories of the past,
No dreams of future, no hope of a start;
All that they said was the memories of the past.

“What are your dreams for future?” if asked,
Not to be outdone they argued, “we are a county of the past.”
We had a great country where people looked upon,
Where our kings ruled wonderfully,
And happy were the rest of all.

Dream is what you lack said I,
To make a country for the world to see,
Leave the past as history, lets see a common dream for days to come,
Let this dream not let us sleep!
To make my country a part of me,
But me a part of the country.

By
Ninad Dighe.
(This is not a Copy Paste)


"Memories of the glorious past are talked about more than the dreams of a better future..... Its then we know that the country men have nothing new to offer, so to defend their present miseries they talk about their history. Then we know for sure we are in the wrong crowd."