My native land

Ranggira Hills, West Garo Hills, Meghalaya

Oh! In you there exists a hidden treasure

Red, green and yellow, colors of men's stature, immense measure;

Living creatures, all, big and small, together as one nature

Flowing and growing, sharing with no puncture.

Little bud keeps growing in spacious, chanting

Easing peace to the soul, calming; exciting;

The mind freeing from all noises

Yet not a devoid, to making choices.

City ailments, nothing, nothing of the kind

From dawn, birds chirping sweetness bind;

Erasing all disquieting, gentling the mind

Freeing all stinks with a breezing wind, forever find.

Oh! My native land, Garo land

That moves the feet to a soothing music, in a band;

Together all in bits performing one's own part

To the rhythms, in timing, to scenic nature's art.


About the poem:
The poet speaks of the natural scenic beauty of Garo Hills, Meghalaya, North East, India.

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My Native Land : Written in Writerscafe
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1. My Golden Home
2. The Fire
3. When see Dirty
4. The Soul's Legume
5. No longer am I
6. With ardour in thy flavor
7. My eared-little owl