Thursday, 2 August 2012

Our Mother Land


Our land fully filled with customs and beauties,

The early sun rise and the morning dues touch the hearts of all the people.

With hopes of India flying high in our minds,

We enter into a new day, every day.

A day that starts a fresh, a new beginning to all our lives,

Leaving the past behind we go forward with new thoughts and hope.



Hope, Hope towards what?

With corruption and terrorism ruling the country, the beauty of India dies before our eyes.


 

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