Motherland: A poem by Nisha Tandon

Motherland

India, our Motherland, is not a mere country but an emotion 

That ignites within us a fire of intense devotion 

A sense of immense pride that completely conquers 

And every Indian to its roots it firmly anchors 

The Himalayas in the north bejewels our mother like a radiant crown

Kindles in every spirited native feeling alien yet profound 

Ganga cascades like a goddess with a mystical, divine surge

As a warrior from the battlefield does it unvanquished emerge 

With Kashmir safely under its wings, there’s the advent of a new dawn 

Called paradise on Earth, it replicates the lustrous moon that is often forlorn

So ethereal yet the enchanting beauty of our opulent nation 

It is God’s most unique and artistic creation 

The armed forces have time and again preserved her sanctity 

And benevolently laid down their lives to safeguard her dignity 

No class, creed or religion they see in their supreme sacrifice 

Under these Bravehearts, our Motherland is an eternal paradise 

Each Indian is impassioned when the tricolor flutters high

Diverse religious beliefs at that moment do it glorify 

Every soul is stirred as Vande Mataram echoes in the air 

Carried through generations, a legacy that’s so rare 

India, in every heartbeat her name is deeply inscribed

The feeling that’s nurtured can never be described 

We celebrate its grandeur and hold it in great reverence 

Of every Indian’s life, it is a spiritual and divine essence