In a Dream, Near a Water Stream
I am sitting alone crying.
I am whispering to me.
"I want to cry, until my eyes become dry.
I want to cry, until my heart becomes fry.
I want to die, lying on my mother's thigh.
Give warm wishes and shed calm tears."

"Dear ! Why are you crying? Why do you think So?"
I heard the sweet voice which disturbed my mental noise.
I looked up to see a beautiful woman
but full of wounds, still smiling
Her face is glowing with divine beauty
her eyes full of compassion, her looks filled with love.
I convinced my soul with her console
and began to speak my heart.

I am unworthy to be born in this great country.
I am not dare enough to fight against corruption
I could not become Gandhi even in my assumption
Neither I have the burning desire like Subhash Bose
Nor I have the igniting fire like Nehru with Rose.
Everything is polluted, Every field is corrupted.
Everyone try to question, What the country do for him,
People begin to divide on the basis of Caste, Creed , Race and Religion
We now surprise the fact "Unity in Diversity" prevailed in this region
Everyone picks the Bullet and Arms and
Blackmail Government to come into Terms
Besides our every effort to maintain peace
our humiliating neighbours want to make the relations freeze
By reading everyday, the NewsPapers
My heart and Mind wavers
Though I quiver and shiver, I could do nothing to alter the things.
This is the reason for my grief in brief.
But who are you? why are you asking all these things? I questioned.

"Me, I am your Bharatmata. As a mother, I couldn't see your agony
and so I descended to bring the harmony."
By knowing that she is my mother country
My mind came into attention, My heart filled with devotion
I saluted her with all the dignity and respect.
I prayed her, "Mother give us the strength and courage of all the
freedom fighters and the determination of all the national leaders
Tell me, What to do, to repeat the history and
bring back the past glory".

She replied,"Dear look at me. My body is completely filled
with scars and wounds. But I never fret and fume and brood.
I believe in my children. You all do your duty,
to bring back the glory.
You need not acquire a magic wand.
But you require the working hand and thinking mind.
Freedom Fighters and National Leaders are just
Necklaces to me. I want my each and every child to be
bold and pure like Gold, so that I can be strong like a Diamond."
she told to me, "Now vipe out all your tears
and remove all the fears." By saying this, she vanished.
With that, I woke up with the sense of awakening spirit.