Held her children
In her arms both stretch;
Impeccable are her children
Held her name high.
In harmony were the love and peace
Between her and them.
They proudly shout in unison,
Oh! My mother INDIA!
May the love exist between us
Forever and beyond the horizon.
a. There must be a place that feels exactly like home, but not home. There must be a phrase that Sums up all the feel-good emotions that I so want to banter about. There must also be the warmth that I always needed. b. Every step I put requires the strength Of wanting. I wander. I get lost. I wander. I find. c. Every play has 3 parts to it. The beginning. Feels terrible. The interval. Realization and the urge to get closer. The end. Finding the familiarity. The more I get lost, the more I find a part within me that I barely knew existed.
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