India -My Motherland Poem by Prabir Gayen

India - My Motherland

India is my motherland,
The heart the center
of the world,
Here the season is diverse,
With the diverse Emotions,
The Summer is vagrant,
It propels me to rise at dawn,
Walk the way with loaded heart.
Wealth of joy brings wealth of Love.
The rainy season is like rain of melody,
Heart wishes to fall in love,
Rain brings new hope to relive the past.
Autumn is the season of pain,
Mind wants to go far away land,
Inner and outer surface become full
With Joy Unlimited,
With slow and suspended breath,
It brings on the lawn of Mind,
The Muse of different shade,
Season of fruit and flower with
Mystic tunefulness,
Mild air blows with indifferent joy.
The winter is lazy and dreamful,
With pain and passion it is thoughtful,
Winter brings mixed sense of joy
and sorrow,
Life becomes dull with sweetness of dream,
It is the season for which Mind
awaits for long,
Winter brings Joy of being dead,
Dead to live the fullest,
Season to ruminate bygone days.
With slow and sequestered
steps comes The Spring,
King of all the seasons,
Death and desolation meets
a new horizon,
Drooping mind becomes active
With dynamic flow of ambition,
Season of hope and aspiration.
Mother earth seems to arise from
deep slumberous deep,
Sombre symbol of mind finds
new light,
Joy to touch the heaven.
Divine pours on the lawn of mind
With the call of cuckoo or Swallow,
With seasonal beauty and unbodied joy,
Life in my motherland becomes
divine with no words to express.
I love My Motherland with all its
Days and Nights,
Thousands hours of pain
and sacrifice Make This land
A place of Esoteric Dream,
Divinity surrounds the Land
With mountain, ocean and hills
With vast desert like Infinite space,
With the rising and setting of The Sun,
The starlet Night and full moon Flood,
India is a Dreamland where
no one wish to die,
I Love My Motherland as the Land
Where Divine comes in many Forms.
Land always after my heart and Being.

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@Prabir Gayen 31/04/2019 - 7: 34 AM.