A Land So Dear - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Why to me this land is very dear?
No iderogatory words I can hear
No shame on her I can bear
I suffer pain with tears
Though I love her most
I can’t judge her in terms of cost
It is priceless treasure
The joy and happiness I can never measure
I would love to take birth and rebirth
I am not at all feared of death
There may be many more like me on earth
She may never feel short of or face the dearth
I have cxonaiswred my self very lucky
Though the question is not very tricky
Every one may feel proud to shed the blood
It is properly valued and understood
Who would not want to defend?
All speculations at rest and earnest try to amend
It is golden opportunity tos erve the motherland
The entire life may be less for protection of holyland
I have said number of times and would stick
Many more may come forward for threads to pick
It is same blessings you get from the sick
We can’t afford to remain fragile and weak
Why I love so much the piece of land?
Why do I pick the the sand in hand?
What does it represent in terms of honor?
Is it not the real fragrance from flower?
Many more flowers can be crushed?
Young and able can still be pushed
Whatever help needed can be rushed
We can’t witness her face to be shamed
So it is not land alone
It is blood, .flash and bones
We shall take pride in staying intact
What is at stake in fact?
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