Call To The Great Acharya!

MY Motherland is in tatters,
Long gone a Kshatriya king who cares for his Nation, but now he cares for himself and to cling on to his power,
Long gone a common man who cared for his neighbor but now cares for his own kin,
People have become selfish and arrogant,
What matters is how they eke out a living.
Care, kindness, love have vanished in thin air,
Caste, Creed, Communism has taken its toll,
Religion has become a source of evil, rather than strength,
Rivers, lakes are drying up fast and what remains have become a contention
Grains are allowed to rotten, rather than to feed the poor,
Rich are sharing the spoils, but the poor are left to fend themselves,
Long gone the time a nation expands, my Nation shrinks as the neighbours eat away our border
Brave Jawans are defending with whatever they have, poor Kissans couldn't defend what they have,
Ancient languages, culture and tradition are thing of a past, alien language has gained pace fast ,
Once a Land of walking Gods ad legendary warriors, now a land of tattered people
Wades of country’s wealth swindled all in the name for people’s welfare,
Hoards of Cash stashed in a safe long away from home,
Temple robbed and demolished to hide the past,

Whom do I call to seek advice?
Whom do I turn to, to turn around my country’s situation?
Whom do I ask to lead in times of turmoil?
Whom do I ask to set right the ancient way of life?
Whom do I ask to lead my people to prosperity and power?
Whom do I summon to make a legendary King who can make nation stronger and expand to its ancient lore??

All I can think is of you.,
OH! Great Acharya! Chanakya,
The author of Arthsasathra,
Lead us all to our Glory ….