(14-2-1957 / Tamilnadu, India)

To My Native Land

My country! In thy days of glory past
A beauteous halo circled round thy brow
and worshipped as a deity thou wast—
Where is thy glory, where the reverence now?
Thy eagle pinion is chained down at last,
And grovelling in the lowly dust art thou,
Thy minstrel hath no wreath to weave for thee
Save the sad story of thy misery!
Well—let me dive into the depths of time
And bring from out the ages, that have rolled
A few small fragments of these wrecks sublime
Which human eye may never more behold
And let the guerdon of my labour be,
My fallen country! One kind wish for thee!

by Henry Louis Vivian Derozio

Comments (1)

Great poem in honour of India. It's funny to see you use both the words ahimsa and amity together too as I just did in one of my poems. Both inspired by the ideal of Gandhi. I also appreciate learning that the tricolour flag of India that I so admire for all its symbolism was from Gandhi. Thank you for sharing your poem. Namaste, eliza PS You got it exactly right too when you said 'we want the world to live in amity.' India isn't selfish and cares for the world, and as the last prime minister said the blessings India's flag are extended to all. This is the universal root of India.