IS MOTHER INDIA SHINING?
With my worded wonder
I intend to create a picture
Of Mother India in splendour
I feel the touch on my shoulder
Of a person groaning in squalor
How can I evade his presence
Pageant goes on in his absence
The fair son of Mother India
Is certainly the pride of India
I wonder why he is not smiling
When Mother India shining
I intend to create a picture
Of Mother India in splendour
I feel the touch on my shoulder
Of a person groaning in squalor
How can I evade his presence
Pageant goes on in his absence
The fair son of Mother India
Is certainly the pride of India
I wonder why he is not smiling
When Mother India shining
I am engrossed in thinking
As many things are stinking
Do we shut our eyes to reality
As rancour shows its cruelty
We stay away from squalor
We often resort to plunder
Penury results from greed
Resulting in nagging need
Is a pageant very pleasant
As events are unpleasant
Realities are repugnant
These are sons of nature
Vital part of human nature
Always clad in nature’s ecstasy
When we are clad in hypocrisy
As many things are stinking
Do we shut our eyes to reality
As rancour shows its cruelty
We stay away from squalor
We often resort to plunder
Penury results from greed
Resulting in nagging need
Is a pageant very pleasant
As events are unpleasant
Realities are repugnant
These are sons of nature
Vital part of human nature
Always clad in nature’s ecstasy
When we are clad in hypocrisy
Mother India sheds tears
For poor sons with fears
Egoism shows our avarice
Fueling all forms of malice
Let us wipe tears of the poor
Healing woeful wounds sore
Let us all embrace altruism
Paving the way for optimism
Turn all squalor into splendour
Creating in the world rare wonder
Then we find Mother India smiling
Then we notice her glory shining
All of us will be the pride of India
Enriching ecstasy of Mother India
For poor sons with fears
Egoism shows our avarice
Fueling all forms of malice
Let us wipe tears of the poor
Healing woeful wounds sore
Let us all embrace altruism
Paving the way for optimism
Turn all squalor into splendour
Creating in the world rare wonder
Then we find Mother India smiling
Then we notice her glory shining
All of us will be the pride of India
Enriching ecstasy of Mother India
Mother India -- Nitai Das
Mother India -- Raja Ravi Varma
Mother India -- Raja Ravi Varma
Mother India (Bharat Mata) is the national personification of India, an amalgam of all the India goddesses but especially Durga. In 1882 Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay wrote the novel "Anandamath" which included the hymn "Vande Mātaram." In 1906 Bipin Chandra Pal, the "Father of Revolutionary Thoughts," began a patriotic journal named after Chattopadhyay's song and elaborated the meaning of the symbol. In 1936 Shiv Prashad Gupt and Durga Prasad Khatri built the Bharat Mata temple in Varanasi, the holiest Hindu and Jain site. It was founded by Shiva. (Shiva had quarreled with Brahma and tore off one of his 5 heads, but he accidentally dropped it on place that became Varanasi) and the place where the Buddha delivered his 1st sermon. Another temple, Bharat Mata Mandir, was founded in Hardiwar in 1983 by Swami Satmitranand Giri Ji, and another in Kolkata in 2015.
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