A Rush or a Silent March....

India rising, they say
In the countryside, they pay
Soil, land, and seeds die
While some at the helm lie.

It is not a gold rush for many
Rather a silent march of masses
Who will win with time
Let not the time be too late.

Alas, if wishes were true
Silent march will turn to a rush
And those at the helm will baffle
Who knows and who knows not!!