The Pride Of Hindustan Poem by kajni kaan

this poem is dedicated to brave soldiers who rendered their lives in saving their motherland.

Above the world,
in the abode of God.
Came a western soul,
and asked the pets of no foul.

god asked of what kind,
he said'that not blind'.
'Have you got me? 'asked the God,
he gave a simple nod.

Then he saw a pride,
that made his thoughts so wide.
he asked the Almighty,
why can't he be given that mighty.

Then said the God,
with a smile, that made him sad.
He said'It is impossible,
for a soul which makes everything possible.

'First stands for truthfulness.
Second stands for fairness.
Third stands for their complexity,
which make them not so fitty.

'Fourth........., 'said He.
'there is no one! 'said he.
He, 'It is invisible and cowered,
just like their inner humane heart, well not coward.

'It will go to only its befit,
there is only one can fit.
There long in the east, Hindustan on its feet.

'sticks to these deed,
even if it won't feed.
That lacks in you,
which is in lacs of them.'

The soul in dejection,
cursed himself on rejection.
he went away,
and he kept on his way.