Feast for Thought

Not pontificating. Only trying to bat on the side of the environment. And ethics. And simple living. And slowing down. (And trying to learn and practise before preaching or teaching...)

Friday, August 17, 2007

When I hear the Anthem…

When a breeze rustles the tricolor
When all eyes look to the chakra
When the overture begins
My heart fills to the brim

To attention I stand
But let the mind travel
Back to the glory that was
And to the Future in our hands

Sentiments they may be,
Sentimental too,
Not wrong, not amiss, surely?
Don’t you feel as I do?

As the last strains fade in the ear,
I stare - to burn away the tear,
Add to history I may or not
Blur or change it – I dare not.

Will my son feel for the homeland?
If that doth lie in my hand
He will shed a tear or two - be assured
For the country - and his son will, too!

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2 Comments:

Blogger Pradeep said...

Hi... after a long, long time... Good one.... I am sure, the youngsters are as much patriotic if not only more. The kids know to sing Vande Mataram so well, which I am sure even many old people won't know!

18 August, 2007  
Blogger Swarna said...

Hi Pradeep..yes long time. Hope to be seen more often here.
Thanks

18 August, 2007  

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