Dear Mr. Prime Minister

 What has my country come down to. What right do we hold to criticise Israeli atrocities over Palestinians when we let our own bleed.

And all this to feed our egos on owning a piece of land? 

From slaughtering people for eating meat, killing free speech to waging a war against our own.

How do you sleep at night, Mr. Prime Minister when your countrymen die over petty ideals of moral grandeur. And what morals are these that justify bloodshed. 

Is this what your Ram bhoomi looks like? Dead bodies, hapless fathers, wailing mothers and orphaned children.

Is this what you called achhe din? Did Swachh Bharat mean taxing the commoners to arm ethnic cleansing?

Is the Krishi cess I am paying helping any of our farmers at all or are they still killing themselves over debt? 

Dear Mr. Prime Minister, how are you enjoying the foreign trips? The rest of us are working really hard to ensure your flights fly smooth. It would be nice if you come visit us sometimes too.

Dear Mr. Prime Minister, I hear them equate you to Hitler. I am sure you do too. You must feed a lot of people to tell you otherwise, but doesn't it get to you after a point. Have you ever had moments of self doubt over the toilet seat? Do you think the mothers in Kashmir would'nt be crying blood tears if it weren't for your ideals.

Could you have stopped all this? Refused the army to kill innocents in Kashmir and probably lend a ear once to a different opinion? Just once.

And if you could do that, then maybe, for once, I won't feel guilty waking up every morning to fund a regime that kills my brothers and sisters in the North.

Good night Sir.