Mother India

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Mother India Mother - The divine Mother, On the road to save Her Child, With compassion deep She moves, making her Foolish child to vote. India - Mother India on the road, She declares war for her child, Implores him to vote for his life. From the soil She wants to disposal the Venom, From the root She wants to uproot The Basilisk weeds, With Soulful sweetness She waves Her hearty wishes, With coolness of heart She desalinates the Land, To make it sweet to live in peace. Such sweet Is Your view, Such deep is your Joy, With broad eyes and wavy walk, Like the ocean on Land, Soothing and simple and calmly restless like night walks in broad Daylight, Your lips Trimble with timbre, Thinking worse think for her offspring, She walks like The Sun climbs on the Sky, She Smiles like Full moon Night, On road She goes like milky way, Mother India on the road with sun and Shower, Joy and dream with poignant wish, For Her foolish child to save from the wicked, With Glittering Joy and Calmly deep Eyes She tells all and sundry to Vote for The Multitude, For peace to set up, With quavering breath for deep rooted Love, She walks with Her obedient Child to promote the way to mundane peace, The way to liberty and happiness. Saving democracy She wishes to save the peace of the People, The happy Co-existence of Human beings, Mother India from Her secluded throne, goes away on the road to throw away the throes of Life. Victorious Her way, smile and love, Compassion and care, To dethrone the wicked She descends outside to make peace well established. ****************

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