My native land

My native land

Oh! In you there exists a hidden treasure

Red, green and yellow, colors of men's stature, immense measure

Living creatures, all, together as one nature

Flowing and growing, sharing with no puncture.

 

Little bud keeps growing in spacious, chanting

Easing peace to the soul, calming; exciting;

The mind freeing from all noises

Yet not a devoid, to making choices.

 

City ailments, nothing, nothing of the kind

From dawn, birds chirping sweetness bind

Erasing all disquieting, gentling the mind

Freeing all stinks with a breezing wind.

 

Oh! My native land, Garo land

That moves the feet to a soothing music, in a band

Together all in bits performing one's own part

To the rhythms, in timing, to scenic nature's art.

Reviews

[Wanderer]

Excellent. Thanks for sharing