Mother Land Poem by Ajit Das
Mother Land
Mother India! We are all your children,
adoring you, chanting ‘victory to thee'.
But, as in a family, we grow unequally:
many privileged, many more neglected.
Your boundless affection cascading
from the perennial fountain percolates
through boulders of poverty, hunger,
trickling down to those: marginalized
Yet the inspiring slogan in your praise
raised from both ends of the spectrum,
reverberating on the grand orchestra,
rings the symphony of our pride, glory.
A great poem praising the mother land penned beautifully with insight. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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4/19/2024 4:48:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Some people look down upon national pride. I am not one of them. They will say that you must love all mothers equally when your heart and soul feels otherwise and naturally loves your own mother with her faults. I suppose as all children are different some have a greater pride and appreciation for their own.The fountain percolates and then reveals the orchestra of pride and glory. Splendid and heartening to know that your passion runs so strong.