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!