Nation

By Kunal Verma

Once there was a land, beautiful and colorful as it could be. They had their struggles but in turn came the pride,

For there was none that could exist without the other.

The nearing lands couldn’t bear the strength as the one as this. To uphold the power of vastness and versatility – colors and gleam. They kept their lands grazed, and remnant were the plains and sorrowing plains.

It was smooth till the extent of endless horizons

But nothing had the audacity to match the power of those peaking, diversified terrains.

Today, when people wish to level the standards of the country’s stiffships, the foundation of the grandeur, the element of palette as equal to those of the morbid stark bleeding white canvas.

I personally appeal to them to not graze on the soul of the land, to not steal away its paint and shine.

Let remain the valour in its soil of austerity

Let remain the colors, let remain the pride,

Let remain the terrains uniquely and diversified.

By Kunal Verma