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
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