My Mother India
Bruised, slaughtered by the ruthless invaders,
She struggled but won from all those traitors.
Hidden pain and injuries from which they fear,
She surpassed all barriers without a single tear.
Cruel intruders did everything to divide,
She united her all children with pride.
Poverty, religion, racism and what not!
Everytime she freed herself from each knot.
New neighbour who was once her child,
Crossed all limits of humanity and turned wild.
Envy of paradise or golden bird of the world,
My Mother India still holds the sharpest sword!!