Came from land far apart,
to see my mother land.
To be into one to be a part.
to smell the odour of Indian sand.
Fragnate fowers of garden around,
silvery sheen of stream.
no verge, no border no bound,
to hear the indian scream
Deeds of sweatful worker scattered,
no solemn voice ever heard.
the past back frames are blurred,
to speak the indian words.
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