Subbaraman N V
Merciful Motherland - Poem by Subbaraman N V
Oh! My great country, India that is Bharath
Blessed with hills and dales, sky and earth
Strewn with streams and rivers, springs and lakes
Feeding lakhs of acres of arid land
In friendly climate and unfriendly weather
Vast stretch of Earth with different soils - a feather
Giving birth to apple orchards and mango groves
Grape gardens and banana groves
Pulses and cereals, paddy and wheat
Ever green fields upto horizon a treat!
On the hills and in the plains with dense forests
Crores of humans and millions of animals to rest
Getting food and shelter for thousands of years with zest
Forest wealth make our neighbors envy and test
Mines and rocks giving marbles and granites
Every thing to exploit and live in peace and plenty!
Fallow lands and barren strips on highland
Inaccessible forests and impregnable inland
Conquered and controlled to live in comforts
Extraordinary edifice of exemplary efforts!
My most Merciful Motherland!
Every inch of entire waste land with potential
If made to yield through magic of humanefforts - essential
And make the dream of green revolution a sound reality
Bharath indeed will blossom into veritable Heaven!
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