Blessed Land

This is the land,

That has cultivated me,

And made me stand,

With my head lofty.

 

So indebted to it am I,

Don’t really know how,

I can pay back, is it possible even if I try?

It’s time to make my mind up now.

 

Certainly this land is like a lap of the mother,

Leaving no room for gap holding us all lovingly together.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I do believe that this poem will remind the reader of his/her own motherland.

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