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| Ranggira Hills, West Garo Hills, Meghalaya |
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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His other related english poems:
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
About the poem:
The poet speaks of the natural scenic beauty of Garo Hills, Meghalaya, North East, India.
*** *** ***
My Native Land : Written in Writerscafe
*** *** ***
His other related english poems:
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
