ANIL KUMAR PANDA

 

 

The Blessed Land

 

Here in this holy land

Of people of different castes, creeds

Of different languages, religions

Faiths and fruits of different seeds

 

The sun pours its sacred shine

And clouds spill rain so pure and cool

We are different flowers bloom

Fearlessly in country’s simmering pool

 

The lofty peaks shine in dawn

Tearing through the morning airs

From temples, mosques, and churches

Flow with divine graces sublime prayers

 

It is the garden of blessings with

Birds of different colours and births

Live, play, fight and chirp freely and

Make it look like the heaven in the earth

 

Unity

 

From North to South

From East to West

Under glowing sun and placid moon

Bearing their different identities

With pride they dance and swoon

 

From high peaks of Himalayas

To the vast ocean lying below

Different languages, religions and

Cultures bloom and flourish making

The Indian civilization a grand show

 

Plunderers and marauders

Invaded and tried hard to destroy

The fabric of harmonious existence so

Tightly woven and they turned in to dusts

Being unsuccessful in their heinous ploy

 

ANIL KUMAR PANDA