My lost mother India

a poem by Khalid

In the year 92-93
Some so-called ‘religious reformers’
tried to bring
a ‘revolution’ in India.
The call of Allah-u-akbar
And Jai Ram’s bell
Were misused to turn
India into a hell.
Houses were burnt,
women were raped,
children were killed;
With tears of pain
All eyes were filled.
And even our defenders
Could do nothing
They came, they saw
and just kept watching!
Everything else that we lost-
except those thousands of lives-
can be reclaimed!
But in the names of
Babri and Ayodhya
It seems, we’ve forever lost
Our beautiful and beloved- Mother India.