Sunday, August 14, 2005
An ode to Mother India
(A thought for Independence Day... August 15th )
Mother of a billion children
Beauty spot of bride named World
Binding her children from East to West
From Kanyakumari to Himalaya
Who else? But our Mother India.
Her name sends lightening into hearts of billions
To live in Her lap, I would lose a million
One of the greatest pleasures of my birth
Is to be born in this part of Earth.
She is sick, but not dead
Her past was glorious
Her present may make us furious
Her future may look bleak
But with youth of fire like us
There is always sunshine to sneak.
With our minds ignited
And our hearts decided
With You (My Mother India!) flowing through our veins
We shall willingly serve you, taking pains.
We, the children of this Great Mother
Shall take a vow to stand and work together
We shall make the failures & the evil eyes moan
And once again seat our Mother on Her Glorious Throne.
One thousand faults about our Mother, may find he and she
We like loving children shall say, ‘Oh Mother India!
With all Thy faults and I love Thee”
When few foolish people throw tantrums
We shall stick to our Mother
And say, “Vande Mataram! Vande Mataram ! Vande Mataram ”
Jai Hind!
(A thought for Independence Day... August 15th )
Mother of a billion children
Beauty spot of bride named World
Binding her children from East to West
From Kanyakumari to Himalaya
Who else? But our Mother India.
Her name sends lightening into hearts of billions
To live in Her lap, I would lose a million
One of the greatest pleasures of my birth
Is to be born in this part of Earth.
She is sick, but not dead
Her past was glorious
Her present may make us furious
Her future may look bleak
But with youth of fire like us
There is always sunshine to sneak.
With our minds ignited
And our hearts decided
With You (My Mother India!) flowing through our veins
We shall willingly serve you, taking pains.
We, the children of this Great Mother
Shall take a vow to stand and work together
We shall make the failures & the evil eyes moan
And once again seat our Mother on Her Glorious Throne.
One thousand faults about our Mother, may find he and she
We like loving children shall say, ‘Oh Mother India!
With all Thy faults and I love Thee”
When few foolish people throw tantrums
We shall stick to our Mother
And say, “Vande Mataram! Vande Mataram ! Vande Mataram ”
Jai Hind!
