When I unfold my radiant new dawn
from the subcontinent's fragment
of golden earth, where Vedas
orginated as light house of knowledge
and there I experience the transient rays
of vision emerged from river banks of Sindu.
Near the foothills of Himalays
Rishis meditate to envisage
devout idioms of Yugas and from
the same mountain ranges
rivers flow down to cleanse unnourished
corners of instant ignorance.
In one gifted land of my origin, I breath
the pure essence of patriotic fragrance,
where in calmness, I sit and visualise
a language to converse which the external
layers need manwantharas to identify.
In quietude, songs of the soil of origin
transforms the matter in depth
and all around ocean and seas to guard
its distinct borders in magical radiance
to protect the songs of patriotic feelings...
Jan 3,2009
Ahhh, the Vedic scriptures...Wisdom, in its' oldest layers of Sanscript...This is a very beautiful piece of work. *(
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful my pal, nice