India - Poem by Dr. Ram Mehta

I ndia of scenic beauty and sages, booming in globe's pages
N ever without God's true sons through all the ages
D read famine may prowl, still social life at all stages
I am hallowed by its temples, mountains and the Ganges
A nd would love to live in India with all its shortages.

Thy glorious smile divine and earthly lands
Showering wealth from well-stored hands

Poems by Dr. Ram Mehta

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