When I hear the word Italy
can't feel heartbeating easily.
What all I can feel is production tragedies
for national European subsidies.
Sometimes I feel sunsets on Florentine hills
just like I feel warmth for the Netherlands' mills
or the plains of North India.
or African wars to remember.
Blessed is the nation
with sharp contradictions
as there is no motion,
The only good nation
is an abolished bled nation.
Delhi, April 28, 2012