“Love thy nation,
The soul of thy motherland is dearer
Than thy blood,”
Cried a nationalist.
Why should I love the nation?
Birth is an accident.
In the cycle of births,
Today an Indian, tomorrow an Italian,
A Greek perhaps yesterday,
The man’s words did not mean
Anything to me.
“This is true philosophy” roared an atheist,
“Love, love is the only philosophy.”
Love is not enforced. It is natural.
So too is philosophy. The, logic of birth and death
Is as natural as the, smile of the day.
I shall love myself. Being one man is every man
I will be equal to a thousand patriots.