All Indians are
Beyond all bookish and childish prank,
All are versification
Of essence of Veda and Upanishada,
Churning of philosophy
And canonization of geography
Into the incantation of Om Shanti
Across the ethics of modernity!
On the wings of Time
The Indians are flying ever
as countless flecks of dust in air,
They are lying, raising, walking, running
and meditating through the partaking of
beauty of humanity...
Indians are feeling of the breathing
of love everywhere
The Indians are the confluence of different nations,
feeling of integrity
emotion of fraternity
conglomeration of identity
out of all coarse theorems
relating to life!
secularity is the theme of India
washed away all sleazy stains from nation
by the sacred Ganges!
Indians are consolation in agitation
Breathe in peace as one and unique;
All Indians are critics in cosmic
Ethics in realistic
Vedas in philosophic
Secularity in philanthropic
Thoughts and ideas;
Indians as the integral mass of the mass
Amassed into an amazement of
Universal comments ….
Her the Gita, the Mahabharata and the Ramayana
Like ever bridge to across the all
Oceanic thoughts and puzzles
Of any religion irrespective of caste and creed;
They not only confined in some bound pages,
But also lie scattered heavenly
In lap of universe ……..
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
Form: Blank Verse
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