On The 61st 15th August - Poem by Bohnishikha Ghosh
India, the land where I was born, well India is not
Only the land where I was born; I’m missing out
Thousands and thousands of things.
India is not only my mother land
The land where the golden seed grows,
The land where the holy river flows,
The land where above the high mountains,
The bright red star glows,
The land before which I always bow
Here in every beautiful scene
There’s this very beautiful green
High above the sky when there’s a venturing vulture
I’m sure it can spot the difference in the language and the culture.
Despite of all this we unite
That’s why before this land
I always incline.
On this very day I wish
With this tiny eyelash
Oh! My mighty mother land
May you reach a height where
No one can set their hand.
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