Love the land
Till you are dead
Neither is it trade
Nor earning of bread
Land is where you are born
Taken first breathe and tried to learn
How to stand on feet
And surprisingly greet
You got the school friends
Those remained with you ill end
Parent parted good education
To learn and build good relation
Fresh air that you took
Good food that you cooked
The money you earned
The experience you learned
Keep those things in mind
Love the people and be kind
Motherland is so important
Stand by her and present
If you are not loyal
You can be looked loyal
For the countries interest
You good to look elegant and serve best
very good Michelle Angel31 minutes ago job! Comment +1
Good Concept Antoinnette Papillon28 minutes ago I like the idea. It needs a little editing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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