My Land, My Nation

September 15, 2008

Is it for those lush green meadows Or is it the warmth that it shows Is it for the rich culture and history Or the pride and glow, it bestows? For what, do I take my country’s name with pride? Why do I call her my own? An un-worded joy in my stride Has her very name, in me, sown! India, my country, my native land Where my eyes first beheld the sunrays And my feet-her gentle sands! From the streets of Harappa-Lothal This ‘young kid’ did emerge, Playfully running across the

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