It is shocking and abashing
To know the know-how’s of our youth
About the legend, the freedom struggle
And our pride, independence

Their high-tech look, their freaking style
Always remind me the quote
Sweet advertisement quote
With a smile ‘the sweet rascals’

They astonish in their ‘astute’
Their ardent knowledge in ‘history’
Alas! They fail to recognise even
Our pride, our proud brave gallants

They ogle insensible at them
As if they had across strangers
Their face gives an aloof obscene
And argued as antiquated

They give foolish presume on
Brave comrades Bhaghat, and Boss
They slip their tongue and bicker hard
Nehru as Nations’ father

Dear, I am really scarred
To read their mind, to find the fault
Who shall be blamed for them?
To scuttle in demurring threat

What shall I revise further?
Does it have to start from slate?
Where I had first stumbled?
Is it while they first suckled?

Sandhya S.N

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