India’s history is beset with glory
It’s present? Only vice-
Future is yet unholy.
All this would forlornly suffice
To fill the nation’s pages, incessant
With twisted rise and fall
Legends, of kings and ministers pleasant-
Hovering at their hall.
Now, it is the people’s spell
To amend what doesn’t flatter,
The only requisite is to tell
The folks to rebel all that what quarter-
The shockingly “ceased” incessant,
The Golden Sparrow- India.
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Author:
Quiller (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was originally written by me for a book. But I could not complete the book. Thus, I produce a sonnet upon my beloved country for all of you to read...!
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It seems to wee ignorant me, a very nice tribute to your suffering beloved country. The image is so fitting. The depiction of her likewise seems bittersweetly good and sadly beautiful. Thanks for this poetic picture.
Thank you from my side too... But it is not just this... Our country is showing as much signs of growing concern as there is increasing corruption and I firmly believe all of it will change some day!
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