Since colonialism corrupted her innocence,

dyeing Mother India's land with the blood of innocents.

Once, harmony existed between their inhabitants,

until extremism reared its ugliness and sought to create division.

From the beginning of time, India was one,

home to many different tribes that coexisted

peacefully under the Hindustani sun.

From the shores of the Indian ocean,

to the Himalayas and Bangladesh in the east,

there was no bond quite like theirs

until pride and ego made it cease.

I still consider myself to be Indian

despite having Pakistani roots,

one day, hoping to to adventure throughout India,

whilst feasting on her fruits.

Long live Mother India, the birthplace of all religion,

though I remain in mourning

for the casualties lost to predatory partition.