Nobody knows when our sun rise
nobody know when my country ride with pride
but we know it again
we have wealth of land of lord
we have land with flow of water
every good rivers are here
with landscapes of beauty
very good season of fruits
Monsoon of pride
winter with cool of drops
droppping drops of rainy land
as and when it falls
paddle of golden wheat
we have good fruit season to crop
the air is again with drops
with dropping rain cool land of smiles
will we have again a good shower
in red cool breeze of love
and again a monsoon rain
we have no winter of cold
but we feel it rainy cold nights,
but in this godly land has its only seasons
till to Live
the land of meadows and paddy with green
The land of paddy green' wow made me miss India this whole lovely patriotic poem. U wrote it very nicely. Thumbs up fellow Indian. Pls do comment my latest poem too, titled Pickled Scenery
This is a lovely poem Kee! Yes, our land is blessed in many ways! I give you a 10 for this beautiful write!
Love of one's own habitat and land is ingrained in our hearts. A lovely sketch of beautiful Kerala. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but we know it again we have wealth of land of lord we have land with flow of water every good rivers are here with landscapes of beauty very good season of fruits Monsoon of pride winter with cool of drops droppping drops of rainy land as and when it falls paddle of golden wheat we have good fruit season to crop - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A lovely poem soaked in love for motherland.