A Child Collects Some Sand
A child collects some sand with hand
And so he calls it "motherland".
To some sand, castles are built high
Flowers are grown for dewy morn
Flags are furled in cloudy sky
But by fort's flag the flower's forlorn.
Children gather some sand with hands
And so they call it "motherlands".
Copyright © Isor Chand | Year Posted 2017
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