Why Still?

Because you didn't find luxurious life

in grinning Gandhi's Rupee,

You went in hunting glum faced Washington's Dollar

Then why do you complain about the absence of smiling faces?

Narrow roads.....dirty streets....Narrow jobs,

Because you couldn't adjust in Third grade nation

You built Green Card houses in the land of opportunities,

Then why do you cry about Narrow life?

For you, whatever earns you just rupees is not an occupation

Whatever doesn't lie in the shadow of Liberty statue is not a status

Only to shine among the people of your third grade nation

You made your young brides to cross the seas, overseas.

Then why do you shout hypocritically,

"It is a materialistic World"

Impassable roads with mud holes

People clogging the way like house flies

Because of your aversion to this uncivilized society

You embraced the citizenship of White house

Then why do you feel depressed?

When you open a window, 

all you can see is snow rain and no men

You have ignored all those

Fists, which were like waving flags

Poetic bullets, which thrashed the agents of Uncle Sam

While opposing Imperialism

The victims have become stars in the Black sky

For whom are these stomach filled dollar coated bullets?

to provoke how many more such innocent people.

All you need is saluting the stars in Uncle Sam's Flag

Your hidden feelings come  to the surface
when rupee weighs ahead of dollar
The magnified negativity of our soil's dull shades
seems bright only when you catch the recession fever there

Our dark nights have become bright days for you

You have loved the land of colours

mainly, the dollar showering sky

Why do you still sing those cooked tragic songs of separation ?

Why do you still spell those fabricated promises of returning home?

Why still?

Your date of return is always tomorrow, and

Your return flight will never get scheduled
There can be never a brake for this break

Why still?

PS : Wrote for 3WW
        propmts : break, negative, surface