PRADIP DASGUPTA

(1-10-1989 / JAMSHEDPUR)

MOTHERLAND


Billion of people but
still together as one.
Their hearts beat together
for the love of the nation.
Decorated with tricolor
and symbol, it's flag fly
high on independent sky
of India.
Your numerous mighty
rivers and your land always
erupt happiness.
Land of religions, prosperity,
diversity and equality.
We will be one till the redness
of sun stops, till the last breath
of our existence.
Such a happiness of dreams
that awaken every morning.
Such a smile of hope that
seen on every face.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 08, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 17, 2013

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  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (11/13/2013 10:00:00 PM)

    Lovely poem I call Motley of colours we here in India we merge all the colours to make it white a symbol of peace (Report) Reply

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