by Arul Santhosh.D
Oh! My comrades
We are the sons of our mother!
We are gifted to be born
In this soil which feeds us
The love and the freedom!
Oh! My beloveds
We are blessed and showered
With so many Gods of many religions,
We people are diversified
By the lingos and the ethnicity;
Yet we are the sons of this soil!
Come on! My comrades;
My beloveds;
Together we join hands
And formulate our pasture’s prosper!
Let the nation deluge with amity
And drive out the hostility,
Fabricate and bind unity among us.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am Arul Santhosh.D from Thanjavur, Tamilnadu, India. I was born on 8th July, 1985. I did my schooling at St. Antony's hr sec school in Thanjavur. I did my under graduation B.A English Literature., at St. Joseph's College, Tiruchirappalli. I am very much inspired by some of the renowned poets like kahlil gibran, william wordsworth and few more writers. Through them i get interest and start writing poems.
Last updated July 01, 2017