Patradoot or The Messenger12 /Many
English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor
Nature’s gifted beautiful land of India,
Would show, splashes of its alluring beauty,
You would witness, rows of green trees amid fields,
As if, Nature itself decorates the fields of Indian farmers.
Children’s playing in the fragrance of sand and dust in villages,
Would bind you, to look at their simple smiling faces,
They would bloom like a Rose with pleasure dear,
By seeing that you are watching them, from some where near.
Kanpur India. 27th May 2010 to continue in…. 13
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Patradoot in Hindi written by my father late
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932, when he was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi.