O! My Land

Whenever I do, and yes I do,

Think of you O! my land,

And think of the waters in the eyes

Of those who live and breathe,

And look at the line of brows,

And the beads of sweat on the forehead

Of the sea of people everywhere,

I know you are sad, I swear.

Urgent is the need, I know -

To address these melancholies

And to suppress how the lies fly

Straight and quick as the crow flies,

And to reach your heart, O! land -

Which are the people, no doubt -

To tell they need to love, not lynch,

And to break them from the clinch.

O! my Ganges, do pour some

Drops of the divinity on my soul;

And, have some Zamzam of my being

Fall into your large heart, yes large!

For millions of streams vanish at thee

And Zamzam is again the purest of all;

How beautiful even the thought of it is -

The nectar, the ambrosia, eternal bliss.