32. MOTHER INDIA FATHER INDIA

I am blessed and lucky that I am born to India,
My mother India lulled me often to Sleep,
And she nourished me and I am grown up,
I always remember her painful duty and weep.

She held me to her bosom to suck her milk,
I walk on her body and sleep on her chest,
Daily I devote her and dwell in our hut,
My mother takes care of her children without rest.

My mother India has sacred soil and water,
Devotees bath in the holy rivers and carry water,
Here all worship different Gods and live together,
We Indians are broad minded but we are not patter.

If my father India hits me in an unkind way,
My mother India scolds to father India to calm me,
How fortunate and virtuous Am I! ,
I am very happy with the parents God-like.

When I was sick my father took me to Hospital,
To see me serious he also wept with mother,
Then I knew that my father loves me too much,
I ever obey my parents without any bother.

Both my father India and mother India educated me,
And they made me a principal to a poet,
Today I write poetry about my parents and others,
My parents love their all children but I am their pet.

If there will be starvation they too starved,
Soon they have fulfilled our demands of food,
And they have divine right to talk with God for rain etc,
They are just like our God and proved us so good.


Mazid S Kazi , INDIA