Jawaharlal Nehru

*Jawaharlal Nehru*

In the realm of history, a shining star,

Jawaharlal Nehru, a name revered afar.

A testament to his greatness, this land,

A living memorial, built by his hand.

Why Jawahar Lal Nehru, you may ask,

A document of the past, a bygone task.

Does it bear the marks of forgetfulness,

Selfishness, nepotism, and indulgence's caress?

Is it so easy to tarnish the pages,

Of history with rumors, gossip, and stages?

Today, this is happening in our nation,

In the midst of closed rooms and propaganda's creation.

This has long been concealed and veiled,

But now, power and cyberspace have unveiled,

Numerous false narratives being spread,

By the journeys of the cyber realm, they are led.

It's a painful reality, a moral downfall,

A distortion of history, the nation's recall.

Forgetting the country we all belong to,

Forgetting the builders who toiled through.

Imagining a web of deceit around us,

Ensnaring us in its venomous grasp, thus,

India emerged from the darkness of history,

And those torchbearers, the pillars of our story.

Raja Ram Mohan Roy, Rabindranath, and more,

Vivekananda, Jyotiba Phule, and those who bore,

The name of Mohandas Gandhi, they all,

Lit the path of India's freedom with their gall.

This is the tale of modern India's inception,

The story of its foundation and redemption.

Today, we stand with pride in the world's gaze,

A testament to the foundations on which we raise.

India was not built in a day or alone,

It required struggles and values to be sown.

Simplifying history could erase it all,

The long shadows of foreign invasions that befall.

Multiple times, foreign attacks caused pain,

Deep wounds inflicted on the Hindu domain.

But the truth remains, and it is grand,

That India opened itself to those attacks firsthand.

External aggressors took advantage of this,

Even before the invasions, we were amiss,

We had already handed our future away,

In internal conflicts, ignorance, and dismay.

The broken nation and divided society,

Were the consequences of our impropriety.

The reasons behind our vulnerability,

Are no secret, they persist with tenacity.

The tale of the invaders and divisive beliefs,

Remains incomplete until it includes,

That the medieval era brought India's decline,

With rituals, castes, and religious arrogance intertwined.

We were destroying the India described in epics,

The India sung by the verses, so prolific.

Yet, we continue in a changed facade,

Only slightly altered, but with a similar rod.

Whenever we recall the past's reflection,

Self-reflection becomes an essential direction.

In the present age and global sphere,

Only a strong nation can persevere.

The whole world stands with shattered states,

Holding the stories of their own ruinous fates.

India, too, has its share of woes,

But during Nehru's time, they fiercely arose.

In just two centuries, the British took,

India's economic resources, a devastating crook.

No industries, no agriculture thrived,

A hundred years of oppression, our nation deprived.

But today, India faces different troubles,

During Nehru's time, they were more than doubles.

A country with challenges, it's true,

But progress and development continue.

A strong nation with a democratic way,

Free from the shackles of religious decay.

The world carries the tales of fallen states,

While India stands tall, its destiny awaits.