By: C.P. Singh, Editor-ICN
My dear , my – respected , my own Indian – Nationals,
We all are Loved – Dear – Children of our pious – Motherland.
We are reaping every – good from It’s all parameters and channels ,
We have to prove our true – patriotism by our deeds and every pious – stand.
This – clay, this – sand, these – dust – grains, each and every particle of land,
Is pious as my own – mother, I grew and live – in this ever.
We are born , brought – up – in and live – lie , enjoy – deal and stand,
In this soil only, perform our duties ,enjoy – life, deprived never.
This – land – pious , historic – great , which makes – us ever proud,
It does bind – us in so many responsibilities and duties towards.
It’s well – being , as a whole , within our territories and around ,
Consisting –of deeds , behaviours , thinking , dealing and words.
Our Motherland gives – us everything and services , as needed ,
It does suppose us to be most particular as it’s own – babies .
All our activities are ever on it , be they good – bad or dreaded ,
We need to be fully with it , in all situations of day – night besiege .
AS a child loves own – mother blindly , un conditional ,whole,
We ought to love our Motherland ,more than our own – beings .
Unlimited are our duties , forever , boundless are our roles,
Only our own – death can deprive – us of these duties and doings .