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
But also-
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.