Mother India

Mother India short poem

Mother India
I travelled to you
Three years back
‘Twas a moment’s spur
Friends thought I’d gone whack

Mother India
Filled with uncertainty
For what was in store
Intrepid and curious
I reached your belly at Bangalore

Mother India
With open arms
You welcomed me in
A comforting bosom
And an inviting, warm grin

Mother India
My native ship sailed long ago
Leaving me here
To breathe in your fragrance
A scent now so dear

Mother India
Your wisdom openly shared
Drenched in magic potions
In a brazen dance
Your timeless tales fared

Mother India
I watch your blood orange sun
As it sets for another night
Knowing with the morrow’s dawn
Our friendship stays alight

Mother India
I travelled to you
With hope and fire
Burning old days
My spirit is higher

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Such a heartwarming verse which will find resonance in the hearts of all those of us who share your love for Mother India!

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