saare jaha se acha

As i sip through the dip tea
standing in a waiting line
on the dusty road outside ATM
I feel the sultry climate pricking,
I turn around to wave my hand
to a friend passing by, a cell rang.
Not mine, not of someone i knew,
Ringtone in a feeble monotone sang
saare jaha se acha hindustan hamara
I was lost in the song, so was i in the line
"Bhaai saab!! aage badiye..." A call,
from some one standing behind me.
No!! there was no place for me to advance,
"Are the guys still working at the atm!!"
No !! they already left , why was i still waiting!
The line was cut, by two "gentle-men",
gentlemen -by the way they were dressed,
gentlemen -by the way of their conversation,
Here goes the same mobile again, i disagree,
I totally disagree with that, my country, India
is not the greatest country on earth.
I never wanted it to be one, we never.
I know i would either leave the cup on ATM,
or throw it one side of the road, may be spit
on it just to add to the havoc i just created.
As i enter the csc, i slam the door on the face
of the person right behind me, look at the marks,
recently uploaded and feel jealous abt good-scorers.
I never wanted to think different,
think decent, disciplined and good.
I feel so much fun to let other people down,
watch my nation going down, bribe
the people directly reasonable for it.
Ha ! I proudly hail , I am an Indian!!
We are Indians !!