On the occasion of the 60th Independence Day of India, I have composed this short poem, which goes by the title:
I call her mine
For centuries, she has been in existence
with a chequered history, equally intense
From across Kabul the Mughals rode in,
to grab the land, everyone wanted to win.
A few generations down, before they could smell
the Union Jack had it under their spell.
With no shirt on, walked a frail man
called the 'great soul, he walked on.
Looking for riches, people crossed the seas
Many got wealthy, some just peas
I may be one from the 'wannabe' tribe
But I still love the country I call mine
To read more on Indian history, click here
Definitions:-
Mughal: Persian word for Mongol. Invaders from Central Asia, who ruled Indian sub-continent for 250 years
Great Soul: Refers to 'Mahatma' Gandhi, The Father of the Nation and apostle of peace world over.
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Nice thought but as a fellow poet, I can say that it could have been written better. The verses could have been alittle more refined.
Thanks for the comment. But I am not a poet, leave alone a expert one. Thanks for stopping by. Can I take a look at your poems?
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