My Mother Land (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

O India, my mother and my breath,
My living soul, my heart's unending flame;
Through countless storms and centuries of death,
Thy spirit stood untouched by time or shame.

The Shaka came, the Hun, the Pathan came,
The Mughal crown that rose, then bowed to dust;
The merchant lords who traded gold for blame
Departed stripped of pride, of rule, of trust.

In thee, unnumbered tongues have found their home,
In thee, all hues beneath one sky unite;
Who loved thee true were crowned where'er they roamed,
With earned renown and joy's unbroken light.

From faiths made one, thy deathless strength is born—
The world's great seal of unity, reborn.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@January31,2026.