I cannot trust my neighbour...
I cannot trust my brother,
The lady over there locks herself in her house,
for fear of goondaism,
The man below me goes numb at the recurring vandalism
The "nation" that i lived in once is fading away...
Blurring fast...
Our leader promised us a road... got killed on the half finished one by another,
Bharat is fast losing the only thing it felt... Hope...
I may not be this cynical tomorrow at midnight...
or... i may not be...
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My only Question to all these questions...
What is India?
Did it even ever exist?
If it did...
Isnt it different to every 'Indian'?
Such complex questions resolve all other questions i ever have...
Bhaarat or India or Hindustan..
Its just one amazingly awesome personification of what i can best called 'Fractured Reality'
....
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