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The price for it

The huge price, we have given for it

to speak ,to think,and to live

To heal my mother’s wounds and tears

My formers had given a valuable price

Her  chain of salvery hasbeen  removed  by

Their blood and tears in the prisons

Our free air is their reward to us  for that

They paid  their lives  and  souls

Our tricolour flag is flying in the sky

To invite them to this land once again

Our national anthem echoes even in the hall of heaven

to praise their work for this nation

In this day of Independence

We take the pledge to keep Her crown in this land

up to the existance of last  INDIAN

             

 

SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN  AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET

 

— SAKTHEEE2007, Aug 16, 2007

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barbsdad2003

18 years 9 months ago

Ravee:

I think it incredible that a nation such as yours, with its amalgam of so many ethnic differences---and multiple personalities---can operate at all, much less have such a fascinating national identity. My hat's off to you and yours ... and your country. Yours, Grandpa