We Are Nearing The Shore

Beautiful is that distant shore, flourishing with lavish lush verdure. Tall trees in tune with wind's tremolo are swaying their heads in wild gusto as if saying no to all worldly woes! Flitting white doves in free skies and glittering silvery sands; all encore seem to be vowing peace, comfort and more! Is that not the haven we're trying to discover... the ultimate Utopia of Thomos More! Ahoy, my fellow rowers of ‘Bharat' boat... let not sloth rust your grits, rest not yours oars even for a minute! Let sweat evaporate; of few more droplets, let brawn burn into some more effort! There behold O' dear Indians... a great future is well within our sight, gleaming with beams of prosperity!