Oh my dearest country,
We doze in the shade of your fig tree,
Where peaceful sleep is your bounty.
There is no malignity,
No, no, say no to malignity.
Only love begets love,
From antipathy to unity.
We Indians are a symbol of tranquility,
Oh my beloved entity,
That's all your credibility.
I kowtow to thee, oh my dearest country.
Whenever the whole world was in dark and nil,
No other competence could fill
The power of knowledge spread over the years,
And will be lit up forever, no fears, no fears.
Where the mind is set free,
And the head is held high,
The people of that land say bye-bye to untouchability.
Where art is deep-seated,
And zero was invented,
Oh my dreamland, we salute your stand,
That never falters,
The rays of hope fall on your altar.
Where the science of intensive minds,
Triumphs over ignorance and pseudoscience,
We stand together for that cause of progressive integrity.
Oh, I owe to you for your fertility,
And I'm glad to see your glory,
'Atithi Devo Bhava' is your perceptive superiority.
I am indebted to you for having your soil,
Where I could move on without fail.
Oh my dearest country - the rich heritage and the lyrical voice of India.
We shall always strive to be worthy of it,
That is our treat for your greet.
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Mottakeenur Rehman (
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India is a magnificent conundrum. Your hopeful focus on its better side, the land of peace and art and tranquility and rejection of dark medieval ignorance is lovely. But like my country the USA, the currents of religious bigotry, hypernationalism, and conservative rejection of tolerance and inclusion are far too strong to gloss over. Love to all my Indian brothers and sisters. May you follow your path of love to a vision of equality and universal democracy.
We are on the same boat brother...Let's cherish the power of Positivity🙏❤️
'And India has been trying to accomplish her task through social regulation of differences, on the one hand, and the spiritual recognition of unity on the other.'
by Gurudev, Rabindranath Tagore
'Nay, do not grieve tho’ life be full of sadness,
Dawn will not veil her splendor for your grief,
Nor spring deny their bright, appointed beauty
To lotus blossom and ashoka leaf.
Nay, do not pine, tho’ life be dark with trouble,
Time will not pause or tarry on his way;
To-day that seems so long, so strange, so bitter,
Will soon be some forgotten yesterday.
Nay, do not weep; new hopes, new dreams, new faces,
The unspent joy of all the unborn years,
Will prove your heart a traitor to its sorrow,
And make your eyes unfaithful to their tears.'
by that Nightingale, Sarojini Naidu
(within your words, dear Poet
legacy of India's great minds
Prevails!)
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