This poem is basically about India’s rich cultural and historical treasures. We had an essay prompt to invite a stranger to our country, but I ended up writing a poem.Anyways, I hope you like it.
“Come! Oh stranger, advance your feet,
bend your steps, and my motherland greet,
where thousands of years of knowledge lie
undiscovered under the blistering sky
Where gods are abundant, and better still
there is love that you cannot distill,
where people may run, and people may fight,
but together we create the nations might,
Where culture and tradition still hold a place,
and create a society, technology cant faze
where ancient ghosts in countless fleets
still roam whispering in the streets,
Where you can never run out of activities
and each day is filled with festivities,
where the streams are brimming with stories to tell,
and the village mud-roads with memories do swell,
Where street food is better than the finest dine
and the market is crowded every moment of shine,
where there are problems but also solutions clever
the place which holds my heart forever.
No matter how far you may have flown
never will you find a land like my own,
so come, oh stranger, advance your feet,
bend your steps and my motherland greet.
– Preshtha Garg
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