I dedicate this to those undecided...

What good are we doing here...
If the western lands be an entrapment for the misled. If the opulence be as blinding as forgetting to catch the essence of a beautiful sunrise and serving our kinfolk be as banal as performing chores. If the world be a haven for the few fortunate and the untouched unfortunate be deemed as a result of maintaining a balance. If plenitude of stamped metal be our only desire, earning for which we spend our lifetime. If parting from our Mother be a necessary evil for thirst of contentment and worldly riches.


Inspired from irreplaceable and inimitable Rabindranath Tagore:
"The child who is decked with prince's robes and who has jewelled chains round his neck loses all pleasure in his play; his dress hampers him at every step. In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust he keeps himself from the world, and is afraid even to move. Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keep one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life."