In The Land Of Mother

Love of peace and

Harmony guides me

Forever with it's

Highness towards

Achieving

Humanism,

Nevertheless, we live 

Amidst the

Encircling gloom

Of sadism and

Vampirism.

We worship Thou in

The inner corner of

My heart and soul

In spite of all the

Negative isms.

Since the inception

Of the Universe Thou

Hast made an evergreen

Vast altar like 

Decorative global

Paradise flavoured

By beauties of nature 

And human qualities 

Which is now

Chasmed by the 

Thrashing of the

Devil's sadistic

Hammer.

I bow down before

Thine effulgence

While I see the

Beauties of nature

Nourishing

Fragrance of sandal 

Breeze and flowers

Of the gardens of

The motherland 

I bow down

Before your nobility 

While I behold and

Smell the beautiful

Fragrance of Thine

Himalayan garden

Full of night

Jasmines

Enchanting me

With aromatic

Mood.

Just when I used to

Look at the

Flapping of

Colored wings

Of butterflies in

Thine Nandan

Kanan that compels

To assume myself 

As a winged angel

With a romantic zest

That I am prone to fly

Beyond the horizon. 

Thine rivers and

Oceans with fatal 

Tidal waves fill

My heart with

Apprehensive and

Melancholic

Feelings lest it may

Snatch off the

Tranquility and

Worthwhile living 

Of mankind but

When I see the

Retreating ebbs

I, all the times, thank

Thou for Thine grace

And love with a vision

Of wellbeing and

Safety for mankind.

Manmade chaos

And tyranny often

Nest on the verge of

Venomous ocean

Of the demonish

World which

Makes me weep

With the warm 

Tears whereby I

Do wash Thine

Merciful feet.

I bow down before

Thou savior feet

While I take a glance

At an elegant virgin

Conflicting with

Street goons by

Virtue of martial

Arts and get

Herself rid of

Tension and

Breakage of entity.

Thou art the maker

Of destiny of the

Global flora and

Fauna amidst Thine

Ordeal test for

Letting the fittest for

Survival in your

Shaded and lighted

Kingdom.

Human beings as

Thine exceptional

Creation stands as

Masterpiece in

Thou world who

Control over the

Inferiors by their

Whims and

Caprices.

Reactive jerk of the mammonish globe 

In modern scenarios dwindles away my

Positive hope for

Being an aesthetic

Man in Thou

Universe howsoever

It may be disastrous

I regain my hope

Without losing my

Heart to be a perfect

One by Thine sweet

Eternal blessings.

O Lord of the

Universe Thou art

The Master Guide

To enlighten us

Amid the encircling

Gloomy atmosphere

Created by Thou

Unruly biped

Offsprings

Wherefore we pray

Thou with folded

Hands to please

Make us ever free

From their heinous 

Clutches.

After all my beloved

Motherland, the

Glibal concentration,

Dancing and rearing

Up her countless

Offsprings the

The conception of a true

Caressing mother

Without any

Discrimination of

Her Satanic or 

Godly offsprings

Invoke the true

Sentiments of

A universal

Maternity all over

The world whereby

Our heads

Spontaneously

Are bowed down

Before her ever

Pious lotus feet.