Mother India

Stitched of so many fabrics,

yet I never want you

to be in tatters.

Though sometimes,

you are shown in your glory,

it does not take much,

to understand your underbelly;

of pulls and pushes,

of haves and have nots,

of those that leave you behind,

and those that can't.

As a mother,

you are, never heartless,

beating as much

for you silent children,

as those that tear you apart!

A Knotter's song