Mother India- 1

It resounds Her past was prosperous Splendid with divinity The shrine was glorious All invaders approach her side She greet them with her dignity She bow all the guest on her way They adore her charisma They take home her treasure She kept mum and accepts their goodness Some invade with all the rudeness But her ethics block the weapons Trust and truth she holds as breathe Decades that drags her customs Invasion was always on the way But inexhaustible vessel never empty Truth and dharma was her motto Poverty never invade anyone But it's the ethics conquer all way The vigor that takes us ahead India the name of mother! ! !