You greeted me today for, as you proudly recall, this day remarks 67 years since I became free. Imbue with bliss you chant the hymns of my independence, melodies of your sovereignty.
As What is Mine is Yours.
When I traverse through those vintage memoirs, pride is what I feel because gallant were my son. Scars on me burned their souls. They fought for my liberty until the last drop of gore. Eventually they gifted me much more than what a mother could expect. My chivalrous lads brought me Freedom.
This day I feel regrettable to express this irony. The pre-independence era was something where I felt peace. In that tough time, my children and I fought united. Tear in ones eye was call for vengeance to another. Alas today is the moment of grief. You segregate your own sibling, you fight, and you kill them. You try to quiz my religion? Since when does mother have a religion? To your answer, my religion is Motherhood. For me all my children are equal.
Democracy and Politics, I thought will be the institutions where you all would work hard and as remittances bring goodness and development for me. Nevertheless, you infected this with Corruption. This malady is proving fatal for me. Fraudulence retards me the most boy.
Above all, what breaks me down is enormities on women. Foeticide, uxoricide, dowry, sati and now Rapes. You just cannot stop these atrocities on my daughters, on me, can you? Since ages, since you in cradle, you have been solicitude by us. In addition, as guerdon you contempt us.Monstrosity by strangers is what I can complain to you. But monstrosity by my children, where will I lament? You give me malice, malevolence, greed, fear, felony, abuse…
Remember What is Mine is Yours.
Now I lay my hope on some but many of you. The ones who are profound, who are astute. Come on children help me. Show the world what you are. Give me prosperity, secularism, sovereignty, affluence, and serenity.
For What is Mine is Yours.
With Love,Your Mother India