India, My Mother India-W
Hail, Mother India, of scenic beauty and sages
Welcoming God’s true sons through all ages.
God made the earth and man made countries.
I behold India expanding into the world’s pages.
Thy glorious smile divine and earthly lands
Showering wealth from well-stored hands
Where the mind is free and head held high
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Where the Ganges, the Himalayas, men dream of god
Where I am hallowed, my body touched that sod.
Dread famine may prowl and tear my flesh,
Yet would I love to be in my India afresh
Fate may shower scalding drops of sorrow
Yet would I love to be in India tomorrow.
I dearly love India for its age-old vedic peace
Now America, too for child-like beauty increase.
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Second Place win
Contest : I applaud you - Rick Parishe
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2010
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