This Is My Soil

This soil is deeply dear to me For It is with this soil merged the loving heart of my mother, I still hear nightingales singing. Her lullabies in silent solitude Often in my sleepless nights. Fairy tales that grandma told To see me slept are whispered Gently by this soil to the gales, The soil my dad soaked in his sweat Toiling to mollify my parching thirst And to pacify the fire of my hunger. To the far depths of its bosom sunk The holy Ganges of Vedic Morals Upanishad-philosophy and epic-ethics It's from the battlefield of Kurukshetra Of this soil rose up Bhagavat Geeta The ultimate Mantra of duty and peace It's the soil where martyrs for it's freedom And gallant warriors for its safeguarding spilled blood and laid down their lives I am proud to have born in to its glory Of religious tolerance and social harmony, And Cultural abundance of spiritual blend