A patriotic one, keep in mind India (Bharat Mata) while reading this.
Like the snow driven valleys of Kashmir in the noon day sun.
A summer crown she has too
Encrusted with rubies, emeralds, sapphires – pink and blue
Uneasy is the head that wears the crown they say
Who am I to say nay?
A radiant face has she, shimmering
Like the wheat fields of Punjab.
A face that beckons
If you had a heart you would reckon.
Two wide arms, outstretched
Into the deserts and the forests,
One adorned with bangles of camel shell,
And the other on which colourful beads of stone dwell.
These two arms have blessed many a wanderer
And has pardoned many a traitor
Come, get embraced by her, feel her warmth
Find in her what you think you are in dearth
A heart, what can I say,
So vast that it can house the monument of love
So pure, so kind
So innocent that she believes that love is blind
Her feet which the three seas wash
The destination for many a lost sailor
Oh come now dear brother
Let us fall at her feet; she is none but our mother
Poetry by Rijutha
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Written on 2011-05-11 at 12:52
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Our Mother
A diamond studded crown she wears in winter, glisteningLike the snow driven valleys of Kashmir in the noon day sun.
A summer crown she has too
Encrusted with rubies, emeralds, sapphires – pink and blue
Uneasy is the head that wears the crown they say
Who am I to say nay?
A radiant face has she, shimmering
Like the wheat fields of Punjab.
A face that beckons
If you had a heart you would reckon.
Two wide arms, outstretched
Into the deserts and the forests,
One adorned with bangles of camel shell,
And the other on which colourful beads of stone dwell.
These two arms have blessed many a wanderer
And has pardoned many a traitor
Come, get embraced by her, feel her warmth
Find in her what you think you are in dearth
A heart, what can I say,
So vast that it can house the monument of love
So pure, so kind
So innocent that she believes that love is blind
Her feet which the three seas wash
The destination for many a lost sailor
Oh come now dear brother
Let us fall at her feet; she is none but our mother
Poetry by Rijutha
Read 510 times
Written on 2011-05-11 at 12:52
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