In You Lives My Country

In You Lives My Country short poem

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I am seeing my reflection,
In your pure innocent eyes,
You grin ear to ear,
Taking in my surprise!

You garland me with your arms,
I wrap you in mine,
My clouded self forgotten,
I relish our big hug time!

You try to break away,
But I plead for more of you,
You blush and run away,
Making each instant brew!

Your stepping stones are laid,
Whenever my heart does beat,
You summon me at your will,
I am a magnet to your feet!

A lesson I learn every day,
A lesson I have to teach,
Our shoe size maybe same now,
But it’s many a miles before you reach!

I induce my inner pride,
View a fresh world through you,
Like a new invention to unfurl,
In you, I see, my generation new!

I part with all my learning,
To craft a nucleus of a better me,
I bare myself to fill you up,
So rebuff me, you may, but carefully!

In you, my child, is ‘a selfie’
Of a nation that’s truly free,
Save it, share it, only if it depicts
My country flourishing unreservedly!

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Charu Gulati

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A quote to describe most of me : I am STRONG because I am WEAK I am BEAUTIFUL because I know my FLAWS I am a LOVER because I am a FIGHTER I am FEARLESS because I have been AFRAID I am WISE because I have been FOOLISH ....And..... I can LAUGH because I have known SADNESS !
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