My Motherland

My Motherland

                  By Omkar Choudhury

Have you looked down with eyes?

It’s not that you’ll see flies.

I want convey a some message.

That is written in the next passage.

This is the platform where we stand.

Covered by a layer of different sand.

This is the reason of apple’s fall.

For which newton got its three call.

The time you touches it gets fear.

By which we can see many tear.

It is blue and green some far.

Just like my father’s car.

It is the love, which never thought.

A camera, its beauty can’t caught.

This is the place where Krishna ate sand.

Lovely called our Motherland.