She is our Mother!
Yes, she is.
By any definition.
She is the one that gave us birth,
Nourished, nurtured and enabled us,
To live and enjoy this beautiful life.
Though not visible in flesh and blood,
She is a unique, immortal spirit,
Conceived in our minds and hearts,
A sacred entity in herself.
To be felt, adored and glorified,
With epithets most brilliant,
She is known as the land of birth,
The Motherland..
The proud mother to millions of children,
Of varied merits and ambitions,
Hailing from diverse backgrounds,
With different mindsets and emotions.
There're people with seasoned thinking,
And also immature and devoid of reason;
Adamant at raising voices of dissent;
Only to feed their selfish intents.
But this magnanimous matriarch;
Treats everyone with equal fondness;
Doles out her gifts to all fairly
Without the least discrimination.
Whether they be sensible and grateful,
Or most arrogant and thankless,
She treats them with benevolence,
That's the mark of an ideal mother.
For, firmly she follows the law of nature,
To love and guide her children always,
And let them decide for themselves,
Whether to be grateful or do otherwise.
So what if you sing not her praise aloud,
Or even refuse to pronounce her name?
Over and above these rituals she stands,
Intact is her glory, you uphold it or not!
She is known as the land of birth,
The Motherland..
The proud mother to millions of children,
Of varied merits and ambitions,
Hailing from diverse backgrounds,
With different mindsets and emotions.
There're people with seasoned thinking,
And also immature and devoid of reason;
Adamant at raising voices of dissent;
Only to feed their selfish intents.
But this magnanimous matriarch;
Treats everyone with equal fondness;
Doles out her gifts to all fairly
Without the least discrimination.
Whether they be sensible and grateful,
Or most arrogant and thankless,
She treats them with benevolence,
That's the mark of an ideal mother.
For, firmly she follows the law of nature,
To love and guide her children always,
And let them decide for themselves,
Whether to be grateful or do otherwise.
So what if you sing not her praise aloud,
Or even refuse to pronounce her name?
Over and above these rituals she stands,
Intact is her glory, you uphold it or not!
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