Utopia

Hundred years ago, an Indian baby had been born He had inhaled the air of an enslaved land “I pray he sees better times,” the mother had said While holding him closely with her hand. The nation was then under a foreign rule Its people were slaves in their own kingdom They had to work towards glorifying a foreign nation And they dreamt the usual dream of freedom . The brave Indian boy along with others Lost his life in the struggle to free the motherland No other baby would be born to serve No foreigner would walk a ruler upon their sand. Years later, another Indian baby opened his eyes And inhaled the air of the free land “I pray he gets all that he wants in life,” said the mother As he was passed from hand to hand. The child played on the Indian soil He got educated in the Indian way He had the freedom to do what he chose to He could express what he wished to say. The boy read about the struggle for freedom He learnt the details off