Oblivion Forever….?
India my Land,
A land of an everlasting spring,
Where soaring above the skies,
Here the Kokilas chirp and sing.
Where with its glorious glory,
The liths of time stand still;
Singing your praise the rivers roll,
Testifying your might,
Are high the hills.
Here is where the monsoons knock,
At the gates of a garden;
Where feeling the mounts, it could walk.
How nature’s Beauty herself, spies at her,
With the eyes of a Hawk.
Here is where knowledge found a glass,
For herself to look at,
Gazing at such splendour,
Here is where she found her throne,
Here where she sat.
But why do I speak in tenses of the past…?
Why do these lines crowning you,
Seem not sturdy enough to last.
Poets in the past,
Termed you many a time, a Harp.
Why, but today, thou art,
Unstruck forever, Unsung forever,
Speak if not sing,
What is it that I may do?
From you being forgotten in Oblivion forever.
India my Land,
A land of an everlasting spring,
Where soaring above the skies,
Here the Kokilas chirp and sing.
Where with its glorious glory,
The liths of time stand still;
Singing your praise the rivers roll,
Testifying your might,
Are high the hills.
Here is where the monsoons knock,
At the gates of a garden;
Where feeling the mounts, it could walk.
How nature’s Beauty herself, spies at her,
With the eyes of a Hawk.
Here is where knowledge found a glass,
For herself to look at,
Gazing at such splendour,
Here is where she found her throne,
Here where she sat.
But why do I speak in tenses of the past…?
Why do these lines crowning you,
Seem not sturdy enough to last.
Poets in the past,
Termed you many a time, a Harp.
Why, but today, thou art,
Unstruck forever, Unsung forever,
Speak if not sing,
What is it that I may do?
From you being forgotten in Oblivion forever.
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Did not know you wrote poetry and good poetry.
Thats a pretty good poem, it reminds me of a sonnet "The Harp of India" by Henry Derozio. Today, when our nation is scaling new heights, it is our identity that is fading into oblivion. We must not let that happen.
"Jai Hind"
wow wat n oimagination n deep thoghts im speechless yaar
India is a Land of Endless Spirituality & Unreasoning Mysticism.
Ours is a nation where people of different races, religion, ethinicity & culture peacefully co-exist together.
India has come a long way from being a Land of Beggers, Farmers & Snake Charmers to an Economic Heavyweight decoarted by Malls & Multiplexes.
Hats of to Hindustan/Bharat/India and the Diamonds of India including Bhanu & Allen George.
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