Dr. P. K. Verma

(meerut)

Vande Mataram


India, my native-place, is a land of spirituality,
A symbol of great culture and civilization,

Where a host of people visit to quench their thirst of knowledge,
And to learn a lesson of love, truth, non-violence, peace and purity,

I’m proud of being an Indian, a child of Mother-India:
Who shelters all—friend or enemy, and,

Always a source of devotion and inspiration,
And I'm proud to be an Indian,

Now my heart and mind shout 'Vande Mataram'.

Submitted: Sunday, February 05, 2012
Edited: Sunday, February 05, 2012
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