The Joy Of Homecoming Poem by Arti Chopra

back after three years to the land of my birth,
back after three years, to warmth love and mirth,
no feeling can describe, the joy of coming home,
you may travel round the world,
but your country, is your home....
the noise and dust is overwhelming,
the cars increased manyfold,
I see the prosperity everywhere,
the familiarity has me in its hold,
the crowds ever increasing, the buildings rising high
theres no stopping this nation,
its aiming for the sky,
a quiet pride envelops me,
as I see progress in every sphere
kudos to its people, the India I hold so dear,
theres still much to achieved
and many lessons to be learnt,
but I can gloat and revel,
in the esteem that we have earnt,
the road is long and difficult,
but hard work shall bear the fruit,
we'll be the victors once more,
'stead of plundering grounds, for the loot.


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