And they marched on....

Braving the cold, battling the winds, they forged ahead 

Neither looking left nor looking right, they only looked ahead 

They saw one nation, one land, one anthem and one flag flying high 

"Uphold her glory, her honour", they called to each other! 

Are they to be revered or to be remembered? 

Are they amongst us or here despite us? 

Are they mere mortals or heavenly souls? 

Or perhaps they are ahead of us, miles galore? 

They know not who we are 

Or the extent that we can fathom 

They know not our wavering minds

Nor the frivolity that we can offer 

Yet, they live to fight another day, to harbor our 'morrows 

They do more than we can ever do

While we hide behind our shadows 

They stand where we can never stand 

While we crawl back into our shallows 

Yet, the flag flies high and they march on 

For, they pledged with fervor, 

To uphold her glory and honour, forever and beyond.... 

Me, My land...

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high, he said..
Oh! Is there such a land?
Why do we dream of that? Why?

Of unexpressed sagas and suppressed bewilderment
Of all that there was and all that we aspire to build
Can the mind be free of doubt?
Can it wander without restraint?

Farther you are, sweeter the distance
Nearer you come, beware of the burning warmth
Blurred friendship at first, strong though, if you care to clear your glass
People who held you to their bosom, welcome you with open arms

Do we hold dear what is near?
Do we fear what is away and beyond?
Do we choose one over the other?
Do we let loose and choose not to choose?

The land is made of people and their people,
The land is made of people, beloved people..
That is where it all began... that is where it will end...
Can there ever be Nirvaana for the mind?

Oh! Is there such a land?
The one that we dream of...
The one that we belong to...
where the mind is without fear and the head held high, like he said...