Poems old and new

My land, my life.

My land, my life.

Mother and
Motherland
Are Gifts
Greater than heaven.

The Himalayas,
white ranges,
remind me
of the Vedas,
of eternal virtues.

The three oceans
circling my nation,
reinforce the lesson
‘Broaden your horizon’.

My spirit
exhilarates at a race
never displaced,
by aggression and suppression.

The light of wisdom
still kindles in the land of Buddha.

Shadow play in high places,
Shallow men in lead positions,
do not disperse,
the peace of common millions.

Their striving,
Their simplicity,
Their ability,
at shrugging away pain,
Their ordinary pleasures,
practical patterns,
reachable goals,
Their commendable
strength of the mind,

Fill me with incandescence,
Contentment and pride.

The tricolor flag,
A bright flutter
In the blue sky
Tells me
‘Don’t desert
the valuable asset’.