Do Not Ask! What? Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Do not ask, what your country gives you;
But ask you’re self, what you give to your country;
Enrich this beautiful space to woo,
The waves of happiness for joyous entry;
Dear India, Dear India;
God showered his blessings to thee,
And blessed the land with love and tree,
From Kashmir to Kanyakumari!

Men of India, wherefore plough grain,
For green pastures below majestic sky;
For the all merciful Lord resides on pious plain!
Defended by great heroes, but unsung fly;
Dear India, Dear India;
Wherefore she feeds, clothes and saves,
From the pain and fear the grave,
And give shelter, food, love's gentle waves.

Her good and noble sons, in their prime,
Made this nation as this land as loving grace,
Taught us to love and care of time,
And loved this dwelling-place;
Dear India, Dear India;
They loved this nation as loving toy;
They made this land glad and joy,
And colored her with colors coy.

Nation! Beautiful, preaches patriotic dream;
That lives beyond invasions and years,
Like immortal albatross always gleam,
Unmindful of human miseries and tears;
Dear India, Dear India;
Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesh sprinkle love on thee,
Fill her with wealth, and thrilled her with heavenly hue;
And the liberty in law top to sea.

Be careful what you do, a divine land swung into hand;
Keep as free and fair as possible,
Sing the well-known tunes of the patriots, band;
That trilled one and all of this holy land, enjoyable;
Dear India, Dear India;
Burn horrible, corrupt and ghosts mad;
Listen to the bells where dreams come round,
So the ebony spirit flies high and sound.