My nation My groom

Through the clouds of painfulness, rays of hope loom

raising the lost crown again, my nation becomes my pliable groom

He cries for the  people who died rubbing their heels  at erst

Cupping my face in his hands, He promises me no one will sleep hungry and athirst

My nation my groom dashes with a splendid torch in his hands spreading the beam

His loud banging feet on earth wakes me up from this beautiful dream

I wake up in restlessness and rush towards my window to see the gleam

The winds entering in lips to my ears,”a dream seen in morning is never a dream”