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Arunava Bhattacharya,\u00a0 X C (2019-20)<\/strong><\/p>\n {Translated & Adapted from Waha Janmabhoomi Meri (\u0935\u0939 \u091c\u0928\u094d\u092e\u092d\u0942\u092e\u093f \u092e\u0947\u0930\u0940) by Sohanlal Dvivedi }<\/strong><\/p>\n The Himalayas, like barriers, stand tall in the north, That is the sanctified land, where many holy men have preached Where mighty waterfalls of humanity flow without bounds, That is the holy land, to which I owe my all, Where descended, ideals like Ram and Sita, Oh, in that serene country, if war is ever waged Arunava Bhattacharya,\u00a0 X C (2019-20) {Translated & Adapted from Waha Janmabhoomi Meri (\u0935\u0939 \u091c\u0928\u094d\u092e\u092d\u0942\u092e\u093f \u092e\u0947\u0930\u0940) by Sohanlal Dvivedi } The Himalayas, like barriers, stand tall in the north, The blue seas of the south bring traders forth; Where rivers like Ganga and Yamuna flow by And greenery is everywhere, all spirits are high! That is … Continue reading My Motherland<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-490","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem-english"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gardenhighschool.in\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/490","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gardenhighschool.in\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gardenhighschool.in\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gardenhighschool.in\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gardenhighschool.in\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=490"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/gardenhighschool.in\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/490\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":541,"href":"https:\/\/gardenhighschool.in\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/490\/revisions\/541"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gardenhighschool.in\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=490"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gardenhighschool.in\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=490"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gardenhighschool.in\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=490"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe blue seas of the south bring traders forth;
\nWhere rivers like Ganga and Yamuna flow by
\nAnd greenery is everywhere, all spirits are high!<\/p>\n
\nThat is the \u2018land of gold\u2019, the place where many have dreamt to reach.
\nSuch is the land, where I was born
\nSuch is my motherland, I bow to thee.<\/p>\n
\nWhere the Koyel bird\u2019s sweet singing, from trees and bushes, sounds;
\nThere, in summer, thickets of mango trees grow
\nAnd cool winds from the South, sandal-scented, blow;<\/p>\n
\nThat is the holy land, whose respect I shall never let fall;
\nSuch is the land, where I was born
\nSuch is my motherland, I bow to thee<\/p>\n
\nWhere Lord Krishna gave us the Bhagavad Gita,
\nThere, Prince Siddharth became Gautama Buddha,
\nGave us the Eightfold Path, the channel to \u2018Moksha\u2019.<\/p>\n
\nI\u2019ll fight, till not an ounce of strength, in me, is left, caged,
\nTo save that blessed land, where I was born
\nMy dear motherland, I bow to thee.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"