God’s own country

a poem by Babu V V

Where is the God’s own country?
See the potholes filled with rainwater
See the non-synchronized traffic signals
See the traffic jam at the intersections
See the competing private buses
See the speeding VVIP vehicles
This is the God’s own country.

Where is the God’s own country?
See the water clogged canals
See the assembly of mosquitoes
See the heap of garbage
See the scrap collectors, the street children
See the wandering stray dogs
This is the God’s own country.

Where is the God’s own country?
See the herd heading for the slaughterhouse
See the slogan-shouting demonstrators
See the procession of various political parties
See the scuffle between lawmakers and the police
See the scattered footwears all over the street
This is the God’s own country.

Where is the God’s own country?
See the bereaved families of liquor tragedy victims
See the bodies in the shattered bogies
That thrown into the river by the tornado!
Sorry, I do not know where the God’s own country is.
I am not belonging to this place.