Mother India! We are all your children,
adoring you, chanting ‘victory to thee'.
But, as in a family, we grow unequally:
many privileged, many more neglected.
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A great poem praising the mother land penned beautifully with insight. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Some people look down upon national pride. I am not one of them. They will say that you must love all mothers equally when your heart and soul feels otherwise and naturally loves your own mother with her faults. I suppose as all children are different some have a greater pride and appreciation for their own.The fountain percolates and then reveals the orchestra of pride and glory. Splendid and heartening to know that your passion runs so strong.