MOTHER INDIA

By Prasanta Panda

Jungles are burning,
Crackers are bursting,
Streets are burning,
Mother earth is weeping.

Cowards & hypocrites are roaming,
Patriots are crusading,
Intellectuals are churning,
Patriotism is dying.

Jungles are burning,
Earth is weeping,
Patriots are dying,
(That’s why) The ferocious lightening.

Dragon is roaring,
Pak is sinking,
Coffins are shuddering,
Good time is coming.

Churning, Churning & Churning,
Birds are chirping,
Flowers are blossoming,
It is early morning.

Devotees are reciting,
(A) New Bharat is in making;
Good time is coming,
Nightingale is singing.

Future is resurging,
Patriotism is rising,
Millions are dancing,
A New Bharat is in Making.

Future is resurging,
Patriotic fervours are reverberating,
Soldiers are marching,
Pakistan is collapsing.

Tri-Colour is unfurling,
Future is resurging,
Kashmir is laughing,
Chenab is flowing.

Ganga Maiya is blessing,
Rishis are praying,
Colonial relics are dissolving,
Strong legacy is building.

India that is Bharat is rising,
Soldiers are marching,
Patriotism is rising,
World is Saluting.

Nationalism is gushing,
Akhanda Bharat is in shaping,
Phoenix is rising,
Absurdity is ending.

Truths are revealing,
Misconceptions are Ending,
Ices are melting,
Poets (Bards) are singing.

Rivers are flowing,
Children are playing,
Peacocks are dancing,
Aroma of flowers are enticing.

The poet is an advocate and noted environmentalist. He can be reached at prasanta0404@gmail.com. Mob – 9937008825