India ,-A Tribute To Her On The 63rd Republican Day .
Devotion , conscience , reverence filled , The Land from the Vedic Age has been tilled . The Himalayas with His meditative tranquil , Clusters , and fosters ,-the yogi’s inner will .
Sage’s , Saint’s , Rishi’s and Avatar’s tenors , Mantle , after mantle ,-bloom in the land’s harbor ,
Fellow-feelings, sacrifice , fortitude , and share , In mind and body are ever cultivated here , Bharat-mother , fountains her blessings for all , And for her sovereign of divinity ,- she has her call .
Asset .
ReplyDeleteSo many void smiles ,
Current the tickling watch ,
To sail the demand’s river .
So many emotions , turning into love ,
Open clumsy red –light in the street ,
And get poisoned , they don’t merit .
So many steady ships sink un harbored ,
Being eye-arrowed by infatuation ,
For lust empress , stirs commotion .
So many fortitudes of humiliations ,
And poison-throated service ,
Receive a slaughter house instead of sacrifice .
So many elder brothers , fill father’s absence ,
And assume bull to carry the family-cart ,
Alas ! for them waits negligence and hurt .
Yet , two drops of tears , of that unasked lover ,
For humans remain as the greatest treasure .
India ,-A Tribute To Her On The 63rd Republican Day .
ReplyDeleteDevotion , conscience , reverence filled ,
The Land from the Vedic Age has been tilled .
The Himalayas with His meditative tranquil ,
Clusters , and fosters ,-the yogi’s inner will .
Sage’s , Saint’s , Rishi’s and Avatar’s tenors ,
Mantle , after mantle ,-bloom in the land’s harbor ,
Fellow-feelings, sacrifice , fortitude , and share ,
In mind and body are ever cultivated here ,
Bharat-mother , fountains her blessings for all ,
And for her sovereign of divinity ,- she has her call .
Asset .
ReplyDeleteSo many void smiles ,
Current the tickling watch ,
To sail the demand’s river .
So many emotions , turning into love ,
Open clumsy red –light in the street ,
And get poisoned , they don’t merit .
So many steady ships sink un harbored ,
Being eye-arrowed by infatuation ,
For lust empress , stirs commotion .
So many fortitudes of humiliations ,
And poison-throated service ,
Receive a slaughter house instead of sacrifice .
So many elder brothers , fill father’s absence ,
And assume bull to carry the family-cart ,
Alas ! for them waits negligence and hurt .
Yet , two drops of tears , of that unasked lover ,
For humans remain as the greatest treasure .