The Motherland - Poem by Sanjeev Kumar
Work collectively so that your motherland,
Becomes such a garden that's admirable,
And much, much lesser prejudiced,
And not your villages, towns and cities fall;
Whatever you have been,
I too have been,
Over these years and beyond,
The product of the same soil,
And why not after all?
Doesn't it remind us of
The face of our mothers?
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