The land which gives me birth
Is a part of the holy earth;
Her brooks flows as blood
Inside my vein;
Her fertile land is my body
Which is evergreen by monsoon rain;
I am from that land
Where the heavenly ganga flows;
Where we found Gods in stones and sand
Where the fresh eastern wind flows;
For me my country is great
As its culture and heritage is great;
Where we call guest as god
And we treat them as lord;
It is the land of great warrior
Poets, saints and great patriot freedom fighter;
They had tested the death one day ever
But their works lived them for forever;
I also wants to be your ideal son
Wants to scarifies for you not just in fun;
The land where I want to die
Is in my mother land India & then I can say happily good bye;
My soul will mixed in your wind
And my body in your holy land
This day will be the most special day
And I can get my life success, as my dream say!
I am waiting for that day to sleep peacefully in your lap
And between us there would be no gap! ! ! ! ! ! !
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Great write! Great patriotism