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This Land Is A Thousand Years Old

Author's Note- This poem is dedicated to my country, India. I was inspired to write it after spending two days with my History text book, yeah, exams does that to you.

THIS LAND IS A THOUSAND YEARS OLD 

This land is a thousand years old,

And mysteries of past are yet to unfold.

This land has seen a thousand sun set and rise

This land has seen a thousand men so wise

This land has seen the truth, the people turn to lies

This land is a thousand years old,

And mysteries of past are yet to unfold.

This land has seen men come, and men go

This land has seen rocks turn dust and water to snow

This land has seen and yet has nothing to show

This land is a thousand years old,

And mysteries of past are yet to unfold.

This land has seen brave warriors who fought

This land has seen the lessons they taught

This land has seen the courage they bought

This land is a thousand years old,

And mysteries of past are yet to unfold.

This land has seen the chains of slavery,

This land has seen the stories of bravery,

This land has seen acts of torture and chivalry,

This land is a thousand years old,

And mysteries of past are yet to unfold.

This land is where I breathe,

This land is where I'll stop.

This land is my country,

Always on the top.