The Birth Of Me

The day I was born, I had my mother's arm around

And a clean cloth, I was wrapped around.

Shrill was my cry when it broke through my throat

Echoing through everyone's ears like tuning fork.

Like me is every other person who comes to this world

Then how come are we called a nation.

The truth of this nation really came into my brain

Only when I saw Mahatma Gandhi stand again.

With one slogan of non-violence

That united the nation whole.

Crippling every other power

To bow and lay what is ours.

And the fervor of nation burn in every heart

That stand elegant in olive green delight.

For every gallantry, they show for the motherland

And every breath they lay to safeguard every head.

Further the oneness they show, despite the diversity

Is what we call together as our army.

Not in a day, or a week, or a month

Is a nation raised out of zilch.

But a generation whole dedicated

All that was needed to be identified.

Unique in its own existence ever

They build the nation called clever.