My child will do it differently

I want my child to be a politician or get real. Why? Because I want my child to tell an audience how to do something right or remain doing it right all through her life. Why? Because I have been a little gutless doing it myself. Do what right? Live life right. What does that mean? I don’t mean to preach, tell someone to follow a religion, or to spread peace, or to love everybody, or to never lie. None of this. I want my child to help build roads, facilitate dialogues for conclusive resolutions. I want my child to plant trees as many as she can. Not care if it’s in the middle of a busy market. Tell people that getting real is not all that difficult.
My child should be able to look terror in its eye and say I will vanquish you. I don’t mean dramatically but yes I mean remove it from the root. Keep the politics aside for 5-6 years and clear all matters. Remove borders for talks. My child should not call a river its’ own or say a mountain belongs to it. Or say linguistically speaking a guest is not welcome somewhere. I’m not speaking about birds chirping, vegetation flourishing and planet being alive for eternity. I do not even know if that’s possible. But I know it’s possible for my child to take these measures to ensure she lives. She will not do this for her next generation but for herself.
I will call my child India. Why shouldn’t I? I will never know what to say when India will quiz me about why I sat back and gazed while pieces shattered. India will run and play without a fear. India will scream happiness. India will never lose hope on her siblings and fellow mates. India will make friends who will all grow up in harmony. India will never plot a terror plan, I will not let India kill someone and take pride in it. My India will not slay for gases and natural resources. No carnages to prove a point, meaningless one at that.
India shall be simple yet luxurious and generous in spreading a smile. India will crack jokes and tickle brains. She will learn to dance and sing, she may not be the best at it but she will do it regardless. She will pick her ball up from the garbage when it rolls there not fearing that she may touch a bomb.
India is my child and she is born. She is alive and breathes with me. She walked this land with me for all these years. She is that little voice in me I have killed so many times. I will let her grow, will let her grow and blossom into the India I have always dreamt about. My India will not be torn apart and bathed with blood. She will sing a different song that will sound just like me and everything that is seen and heard.