Mother Land

I am the doll made of your earth, I am the living being Breathing your air I am the garden In whose branches Your words are parrots This is the body, Grown on the milk of your fields This is the body Which leaves its life Like an arrow for you But O Mother In your fields Grain is crying for workers Heart is crying for tears, Mother When can you give me One morsel of food ? When can you tell me One true story ? Mother When you give me A place in your heart And A wink of sleep Then Your songs will fly In the heavens like birds Your smiles will blossom Like flowers on earth; Your flags Will fly like suns on the horizons I become one drop of tear To merge into the pulsating sea of humanity - Seshendra Sharma http://seshendrasharma.weebly.com