Motherland

Motherland

A Poem by The Winter Poet
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For my Blessed Motherland, India

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She’s a place called heaven,
Her breath’s a song.
From the noon till the eleven,
In her name we sing along.

She’s a land of souvenirs,
The lakes to the rivers sing and cheer. 
She’s a book read sincere,
Her breath’s a rhyme that’s clear. 

She’s a mother that writes a book,
A book in pledge hands always shook.
The place where all Gods look,
Footprints our forefathers took.

Her fruit spelled with FREEDOM!
We are the seeds that sprout.
She’s the land of love and enriched wisdom,
Let’s celebrate without a rout!!!!

© 2016 The Winter Poet


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The Winter Poet
For World Peace!

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The Winter Poet
The Winter Poet

Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India



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